I've Got To Make You MINE - TamberWenclair

chapter 5 - Therapy

"Why are you driving me?" Wednesday asked as they looked out the window, watching the small town as the car passed by in a slow drive.

"I'm here to make sure you don't run away, since you're notorious for running from things as it's said in your case file." Weems glanced at Wednesday for a moment before forcing her eyes back to the road. They weren't wearing their uniform anymore and instead wore a dark red button up shirt, a suit vest and slacks that were both black,  black leather boots that jingled loosely with the chains and spikes attached to them. Their braids were tied into a French braid and held by two silver pikes, which Weems immediately identified as weapons.

The principal sighed and stopped the car in front of the therapist's office, holding a hand out.

"Your weapons, Wednesday." Wednesday rolled their eyes and removed the pieces from their hair, becoming more annoyed when Weems gestured to her still open hand. They said nothing as they removed a set of  throwing knives from their suit vest, they pulled another set from their boots and set them in Weems' hands, hoping to get away without her noticing the rest of the weapons on their person.

The principal nodded and set the weapons in the backseat, throwing them as if she wanted to be as far away from them as possible. Wednesday held back a laugh as they exited the car, adjusting their bag on their back and making sure their rings were in the right place.

Weems cleared her throat to get their attention, making Wednesday look back at her. "You won't be going anywhere, you're court ordered to stay here and get an education. Just a little incentive before you consider leaving the therapist's office. Perhaps later, if you stay put we can go get some ice cream."

Wednesday rose an eyebrow, their head tilting to the side in question and exposing their choker to Weems, it was black and held a small vial, wrapped in chains that hung across the entire choker and chimed whenever they moved their head.

"I can't eat Ice cream." They told Weems, confused by the offer. Weems frowned, apologizing before they turned around and left her in the car. They just wanted to get this done, and they walked into the building, going upstairs to where the office was supposed to be. They started up the steps, nose crinkling in disgust at all of the different scents. She was a therapist for the entire school then, or at least a few outcasts students. They growled and pushed past the pungent smell, entering the office without knocking.

They blinked slowly as they processed the white and beige color scheme. They huffed and walked to the only unoccupied ottoman, staring down at the bland thing in disgust. They didn't want to sit on it.

"You must be Wednesday, hello!" They looked up, their eyes facing more harshness as their therapist stepped out of a room, which seemed to be the restroom. She was blond, pale and wearing a grey sweater vest that had Wednesday's skin itching.

"Dr. Valerie Kinbott." They replied without a beat, without pause as they stared and watched her walk to the seat across from the ottoman, sitting down before she gestured to the thing in front of them. Begrudgingly, they sat down on it, crossing their right leg over the left and resting interlaced fingers on their thigh. It revealed their rings to Kinbott, the small and big rings, rings in shapes of monsters and spirits and animals, some simple bands of metal and silvers, others covered and carved into with runes to protect themselves, or to keep themselves at bay.

Kinbott raised a clipboard, knocking her pen back and forth between her fingers as what could be a nervous tic. They didn't question it, watching her look through their file.

"You're 16, aren't you? That's a wonderful age for a growing teen."

Wednesday hummed, spinning their rings and opening the small compartments of weaponry. They were tiny, but could easily bring forth a spike or blade if they needed to fight.