The car motor faded into the back of her mind, her head stuck in one place, on one thing. Who is the one texting her, how could they have taken all these pictures without her knowing. After all, she had trained for things like this, sensing presence...
Wednesday woke up in an empty bed, meaning Morticia had already woken up and left her room which wasn't normal for Wednesday seeing as she'd always woken up earlier than everyone else.
Maybe it was the staying up all night, worrying about god knows what, that got to her. Who knows. The only thing she did know was that she didn't feel better, as a matter of fact she felt worse. That's what happens when you go through manic depression. Everything just keeps getting worse, day by day.
Wednesday quietly made her way up to her room in an attempt to not cause any attraction to her or have her mother ask her what had happened to make her feel this way. For now she just wanted to be left alone, talking wouldn't help and if she did talk about how she felt, she knew her parents wouldn't be able to relate or have any clue what she's truly experiencing.
She managed to slip away, spending the entire rest of the day and further, in her room, doing nothing but stare into space. Occasionally listen to music to take her mind off the high levels of stress that was building up inside of her head. She didn't know what was going to come next, She wasn't sure if she wanted to.
A few days later, her mother who was obviously trying to cheer her up with a new shovel to grave dig with, basically asking her if she would like too, in which she declined, shockingly to both her and her mother. She had lost interests in what she used too and by the way, that included, playing cello. She didn't bother trying to scare people anymore, she even stopped having visions for a while. All of this very much did not help her with her mental health.
It seemed as if her life was slowly going down hill and no matter what she did it would continue. She wasn't sure how much of this cruelty she could take which is shocking, coming from her. The queen of the dark, the queen of agony, the queen of sorrow.
She walked into the bathroom on one particular night when everything seemed to built up. She was full of anger, loneliness, sadness, she was filled with negativity and more specifically, an urge to do something life changing, Or life taking..
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After about an hour of holding her very own pocket knife that she had always hid in her boot, to her wrist, contemplating weather or not living was even worth the trouble.
She pushed the blade down, in an intend to end it all. With the built up pressure, not only was It self harm, but also a suicide attempt.
Without a thought, she slid it across her skin, puncturing both skin and veins, causing blood to splatter. Almost as if it were magic, feeling had finally came back, she felt free, or excited. Adrenaline pumped through her body as a wide smile spread across her face while she starred at her creation.
She wasn't happy her life was ending, in fact she had forgotten about that part, once her emotions finally kicked in because after 14 years of claiming emotions were weaknesses, she had never been so happy to have them back.
It didn't take too long before her vision slowly turned black, any audio around her started to fade as she blacked out, fainting on the floor.
In less than 5 minutes or so.
AUTHORS NOTE —————————
Short chapter! I made this one a mini chapter cuz last chapter wasnt mini as it was supposed to be. 😒
Thanks for reading!! Hope this wasn't too much either, if it was, apologizes 🙏
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Guys I'm gonna make the picture up top match with the color of the song for now on, I'm so genius 😇
