Wenclair - After That Night

Chapter 5: Feelings?

DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER HAS SENSITIVE TOPICS, ESPECIALLY SELF-HARM.

Wednesday's POV
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"No feelings... feelings are for weaklings," I say as I look at the mirror, Karambit in hand.

Blood seeps from my wrists, and my vision blurs slightly from the blood loss.

How did I come to this, you ask? Well, it's because of Sinclair. Giving me these spiders in the stomach.

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Flashback Wednesday's POV

My fingers glided through the typewriter. I'm surprisingly having a relaxing and productive writing time, hm?

It is particularly a pleasant surprise when Enid used earphones with Thing instead of blasting the infuriating curse of rhythms throughout the whole room.

It is...tolerable to know that Enid has been paying attention to what I find pleasurable. I can say that she has earned an adequate spot to be more than just my acquaintance.

Risking one's life for another is important in the Addams bloodline. It is the main soul of our tradition, which is the Mazurka.

It is the only tradition of our family that I would bother myself to understand and associate with.

Protecting the ones you hold dearly with everything you are. I was not able to protect Nero from the tragic fate that had hit him.

But, in return for Sinclair's courage and bravery, I shall do the same for the time being. I swear on Nero's grave that I will protect her as how our ancestors protected each other.

After my train of thought, I heard a creak from Sinclair's bed. Followed by light footsteps that are seemingly behind me.

I tilted my head slightly to observe what the colourful teenager was doing.

"You're staring, Enid." I say as I continue to type. I heard a creak on the boards. Did it startle her?

I turn my chair and stared back, slightly worried. "What is it?"

She wouldn't stare at me for nothing, she must want to tell me something. It would be awkward if she were to just stare at me. Could she be my stalker? Just pulling a prank-

My train of thought was cut off from her words. "Oh, it's nothingggg, I was just gonna tell you that I'll be hanging with Ajax for a while -"

I processed the words that spilled out of Sinclair's mouth. The moment I heard the infuriating name of the gorgon, spiders in my stomach began to crawl and walk irritably.

I immediately placed a dismissive tone to my answer, not letting her finish her sentence. "Go do what you want, Enid. I don't hold your life. You don't need to tell me everything you do."

I ultimately spin my chair back as I said those words and turned my attention to my novel again. Having my hands glide through it as much as possible.

The spiders in my stomach now biting profusely. It also felt like steaks have hit every part of my chest.

"Fair enough." She says as I hear the door open and close.

I do my best to focus on my novel instead of the these annoying sensations. I did my best to focus and even close my eyes to focus.

But it was to no avail, instead of being able to focus, voices in my head return. Flooding my consciousness and has cut into my writing time.

These annoying whispers make me slam my hand to the table as I close my eyes tight. I grit my teeth to focus. I need a reliever from this.

I stood up. Words that drag my mental stability intensifies. My closed eyes begin to tighten, and my hands begin to shake.

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Out of panic and rage, I rush to the bathroom and took my Karambit out of my sleeves. I do NOT care if Sinclair were to be with her boyfriend...why would I care...

I do not care...if she runs off with him...I'm no one to her after all...no feelings...do NOT feel

I slash at my wrists repeatedly...and here I am in this situation...

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End of flashback

I took into account that I haven't bought any gauze pads due to my parents. They would surely question me if they were to see me buying such things.

As a result, I resorted to using tissue rolls as a substitute for the gauze pads and rolls. Thankfully, there's more than enough in the bathroom to clean the blood.

I made sure the bleeding had stopped before ultimately wrapping my arms with the tissue and pulled my sleeves back down.

I looked at the mirror, staring at my own reflection. Why would I care...I do not understand this bewitchment I have for Sinclair...

Maybe... maybe this is nothing, I shall get over this infuriating confusion soon. The spiders will also go away in time... I'm sure of it.

I looked down and saw the bloodied Karambit. I stare at it for a while before cleaning it with traces of my blood.

As I cleaned the curved knife, voices returned. Filling my head with desires to hurt myself. It wasn't as loudly tempting as before, making me have enough composure to calmly step outside the bathroom.

Thing, who was by the table, was now tapping vigorously to get my attention. I looked at him as his tapping pulled me back to reality. Making the voices recede.

He taps with worry and concern for me. Unbelievable, as if he doesn't know I can handle myself well.

"I'm fine you appendage, I didn't get myself stabbed." I say, as I fixed my clothing. Making sure it was straightened before.

The appendage calms down without worry and taps of what I will be doing.

"Now, as INSUFFERABLE as it is...follow her and investigate." I say as I placed a hand on the temple of my nose.

The hand taps curiously at me. Questioning me as to why and if I cared for Sinclair.

"Just do what I say for now, alright? I'll have all five of your fingers if you don't. This also has nothing to do for my care for her... It is to find out if she may be related to my stalker. I'd rather not have to worry about having to save her." I say as I continue to massage my temple.

The appendage made its way up, his taps receding into the ceiling. Making me alone with my thoughts again.

I looked at my left wrist, contemplating on these spiders I've been feeling. I don't understand why Sinclair hanging out with her lover would make me so...upset...

I could care less if she were to be with him, but then again, if he were to hurt Enid... then I wouldn't hesitate on torturing him and have him regret he ever existed.

I smirk as thoughts of torturing the gorgon calms me. Sadly I was interrupted by the vibration of that damning electrical box again. I took the box out of my drawer and was surprised to see it wasn't Xavier.

Though this time, it was my stalker. They sent another photo of me as I walked out of the chariot before going to Ophelia hall. It looked like it was taken by a window, meaning they had arrived at Nevermore before I did.

It would be hard to eliminate the suspect since there are already a lot of students present upon my arrival.

I just need to make sure no one finds out about this stalker of mine, and they won't get in my way or even slow my investigation down.

As long as this situation is under wraps, I can catch them and gather information. I also need to make sure none of my old acquaintances are involved. As they might be the stalker themselves.

As I contemplate my plan of action in capturing my stalker. Enid opens the door, blushing intensively... Did something happen? I need to ask Thing the moment he gets back.