Woe it's Wenclair

Silence

Enid

"We'll be leaving soon." Wednesday says with no emotion, head looking at the floor.

We stand in the living room of the cabin. A huge boar head hangs from the wall over a fireplace. There's a bear skin rug adorning the floor. The whole cabin is super creepy all around and this room is a great example.

"Oh. Yeah." I say, looking at the wall.

She nods and walks away, her footsteps clicking away resonating on the wood flooring. Walking away from me. Walking away for who knows how long because I did something stupid.

I can't tell her what Yoko said I should. She obviously doesn't like me. It's clear now. It was just her experiment. And I was just the subject for the time being.

I sigh a breathy sigh. How am I supposed to get through this? I ruined things with Wednesday, Ajax probably hates me, and who knows what's going on with my family, especially my mom.

I feel like shit.

Wednesday

I suppose I'm doing the thing again. Usually it happens when I'm super focused on a case. I spend all of my time alone, and leave no room to think about anything else. It's useful in that sense. Only this time I can't solve this. This time I know I'll be extremely isolated to the point I might forget to leave my room to eat. I have nothing to think about other than this horrible feeling. This dread. This all consuming numbness.

I didn't leave my room until my mother told me we would leave soon. I got up from my bed, my posture not usual, my eyelids more droopy. I know I'll have to face Enid sooner or later so I just ask my mother where she is and go tell her we're leaving soon. I can't make eye contact. I shouldn't. I don't deserve to. I can't.

I don't know where I'm going. Only that it has to be away from Enid. Walking down the hall I hear mumbling in my parent's room. I press my ear to the door and close my eyes.

"Isn't she acting strange?"

"She's always like this, don't worry."

"Her and Enid... do you think something happened?"

I abruptly yank my body away from the door and race down the hallway to get to the front door.

Flinging it open, I immediately look for my target. Stepping across bramble and grass I find it. This tree out of sight of the house will have to do.

I step up to it and carefully pick my favorite knife from my coat. It's marbled and silver, the handle has a beautiful trim of animal bone. I raise take I take it in my hands and admire its beauty.

After I'm finished, I raise it up in the air and stab the tree again and again with all of my strength. After many hits, my hand is shaking and I pull back and notice how it's bent. This just angers me more and I begin stabbing the tree again, imagining blood dripping down it.

With each hit I let out a grunt of exhaustion and anger. I've lost count of how many times I've hammered the knife into the tree. It could be in the hundreds. Thousands. Have days passed? Months? Years? In the midst of this I cut my finger with the knife.

"Fuck." I groan in surprise and hurt.

I fall on my knees and look at the wound. My vision spirals, zoning in on the cut. I know it's not from blood loss, the cut is quite shallow. I suppose it just brings me back to myself. Realizing when I'm like this I can be dangerous. I can hurt people.

I try to keep control of my breathing and eventually I stand up. With pressure, the bleeding has stopped. From now on I will not act like this. No matter how horrible I feel I simply cannot act in this manner. Especially around Enid. I can't hurt her more.

Enid

Gomez and Morticia are packing their bags and placing them by the door. Pugsley lays on the couch in the living room and is throwing animal bones into a cup. I'm just pacing around the house.

I have no idea where Wednesday is.

"Enid? Are you ready to go soon?" Morticia asks sweetly, but there's a hint of worry in her voice as well.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I am," I answer, trying to put on a convincing smile.

"Enid? do you know where Wednesday is?" Pugsley asks from the other room.

I walk over to him and lean in the doorway.

"No."

"What happened?" He questions, stopping his throwing game and turning to me.

"Oh! Uh..." I mutter.

Wednesday would kill me If I told her family.

"Nothing." I respond, scratching the back of my back.

"Come on, I won't tell her anything!" He pleads.

"We uh..."

Footsteps.

"Pugsley, pack your things." A cold and voice devoid of any emotion announces.

"But-"

"Hurry. We're leaving soon."

I don't turn around.

"Are you packed?" Wednesday asks.

She's talking to me. Why?

I nod my head.

"I'll take it to the plane." She says.

I don't respond. She walks away.

Pugsley looks up at me, waiting for explanation. I just sigh and shake my head.

He frowns and gets up. I presume to pack.

After a while of standing I make my way out of the door, noticing on my way that she did indeed put my bags onto the jet. I find a seat and pull out my phone to distract myself.

I have some texts from my mom, but I ignore them. Yoko has posted pictures of the mountains she's visiting. Eugene posted photos of his bee's honeycomb, captioned "Beautiful brood and lovely pollen colors!!" with a bee and sparkle emojis. I roll my eyes and like both of them.

In the corner of my eye I see Wednesday walking into the plane with her bags. She glances over at me when she doesn't think I'm looking and she looks... sad? Why? Shouldn't she be mad at me? Wednesday shakes her head, puts her bags away, and finds a seat.

From this silence I don't know if we will ever be the same again with each other.