Woe it's Wenclair

Experiment

Wednesday

I pick the lock hastily, fingers shaking, heart beating fast.

I was stupid to feel upset that she was leaving me for a moment, and now I've found her in who knows what danger. How long was she like this? I knew she wasn't fully mentally well, and I didn't do enough to help, I should have noticed how she was clearly upset, and not have sulked around on her bed. Did I do this? Is she ok? Has she hurt herself?

As I push open the door I see her sitting on the floor in front of the bathtub, eyes red, crying, scared. Of me?

"Go- go away." She lets out, looking at the floor.

She can't even look at me? What have I done?

"I'm so sorry Enid, please tell me what I can do, I know I'm stupid, I knew I would-"

"W-what?" She asks, looking up at me.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I- I should have known you were upset, I shouldn't have left you alone, have you- have you..."

I can't finish the sentence. There's a lump in my throat, choking me.

My fault.

My fault.

My. Fault.

I sink down to my knees, eyes looking for any harm on her body. None that I can see.

"I didn't do anything. I don't understand, you didn't do anything," Enid says.

She's breathing less laboriously, there's just an occasional tear that streams down her face.

"You didn't?"

"No."

I sink my head down in front of my legs, hands over my head, almost like the tornado drills we did at Nevermore. She's ok. She's ok. You can breathe now. She hasn't hurt herself.

"Wednesday?"

It takes me a moment to realize she's said my name. I lift up my head.

"Yes?"

"You- You're..." she trails off.

I cock my head to the side. What does she mean.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Oh, well, I uh, broke up with Ajax."

"What? Why?"

I feel like I'm floating. Why?

"Oh, I just, lost feelings."

"Well then... why," I say, wiping a tear from her face, "Were you crying?"

Her face goes pink.

"Oh uh, haha, yeah uhm..."

It doesn't make sense. She's not going to tell me though, I can tell.

"Let's get you back to your room."

I grab her hand carefully and help pull her to her feet.

We leave the bathroom and enter her room in silence. I close the door and head to my bag.

"You forgot something."

I reach in and grab the abhorrent bunny.

"I didn't forget that, silly."

A smile plays at her mouth. The pit in my stomach lessens.

"Why..." I don't exactly know what I'm asking.