Woe it's Wenclair

Regret

T.W. Slurs, implied rape (I'm sorry y'all, this is the worst it's going to get. pls don't read this and scroll to where it ends (I'll let you know) if this is at all going to make you feel bad.)

Wednesday

I cry out in pain as the werewolf digs his claws deep into my muscles. Soon enough he retracts them, and my head falls forward, as I try to catch my breath without making the pain in my back any worse.

"You know..." He whispers, taking my chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

My eyes won't focus, but I can see him lick his lips. Disgusting.

"You look really cute right now," he mutters.

I wince, feeling my stomach turn at his comment.

"The whole goth girl thing is pretty hot. Me and the boys used to talk about you, you know. Take turns saying what we'd do to you if you were tied up in front of us. I suppose I have you to myself now, though."

Bile forms in my throat and tears threaten my eyes. It's worse than the physical pain, it's worse than the claws or the concrete breaking my bones.

Men like him are disgusting. Men like him don't deserve to be breathing.

"You're so hot," he whispers, his chapped lips against my ear.

I toss my head to the other side and shut my eyes. I need to escape. I never should have come here alone. Enid was right.

I am so stupid.

The door is closed shut and I can't even tell where it is, the only thing I can see is the vile werewolf in front of me, who's proven he could kill me easily.

I can't run, I'm not even sure I can stand, but maybe he doesn't want me dead. Maybe I can get out of this alive.

"What do you want from me?" I mutter.

He grins.

"I want you, Wednesday," he whispers, dragging his hand up my waist.

I can't hold the vomit. I lean to one side as it pushes past my lips, splattering against the floor.

I want him off of me. I want him dead. I want to torture him slowly, I want him to beg for death, I want his hands off my body.

But as he chuckles and lifts my shirt, I know I can't do anything. If I don't let him do this, I'll die. If I don't let him do this, Enid will be in danger.

"If I- if... If I do this will you let me go?" I ask, tears spilling out of my eyes alarmingly.

"When I'm finished... I can't guarantee you'll be breathing," he chuckles, his pointer finger trailing down my neck.

I have to get through this. I have to survive this for Enid.

"It's not a bad way to go. You'll enjoy it. I don't care if you're a fag. It's really hot."

His hands touch my chest harshly and I think of Enid. I think of her smile, of when we spent our last day at Nevermore in the forest, when I realized that I loved being with her.

He mutters disgusting words to me and I think of Enid. I think of when she stared into my eyes as she did my makeup, the way her tongue stuck out slightly when she was concentrated.

He pulls off my uniform and I think of Enid. When she stood in her wolf form, unwavering and strong like the sun. When I stroked her fur and she looked at me through those glassy, shining eyes. When she lay down, curled up and peaceful. When the night was clear and young but it couldn't compare to her beauty.

I try really hard to think of her.

(it's over now)

Enid

"Enid. Enid. Enid."

My name. Someone's calling me. There are hands on my shoulders, shaking me. Where are they? My eyelids won't open, I can't move, my body feels compressed by a weighted blanket that I can't touch.

"Enid."

Who is it? Is it Wens? I miss her. Where is she? What happened?

"ENID."

My eyes shoot open. There's a figure above me, with long black hair. Did Wednesday let her hair down? I want to touch her, I want to hold her.

"ENID."

She grasps my hands tightly.

"Wens?" I mutter.

"No. No, Enid, it's Yoko."

I can see her more clearly now. The glasses, her skin much paler than Wednesday's.

"Y-Yoko? Where's Wens?"

"I don't know. That's what I'm trying to ask you," she mutters, biting her lip.

I can't see again, my vision is blurry. Cold water drips down my face.

"Where's Wens?" I ask, grabbing Yoko's hands.

"Enid. Enid calm down. Breathe."

I try to, but I can't think straight. I need Wednesday. Where is she?

"You weren't in class the whole day, Enid. What happened?"

"Class?"

Right. Wednesday was here with me, we were leaving for class, it was morning... and then... and then what happened?

"Wednesday wasn't in class either. I was looking everywhere for you, where's Wednesday?" She asks.

"I don't know," I cry, clutching onto Yoko's shirt. "I don't know where she is... she was here and then... then I went to sleep."

"You went to sleep?" Yoko asks.

"Yes, I was... I was really dizzy... Wednesday kept saying she was sorry. I can't remember why."

Yoko's body stiffens.

"That idiot."

"What? Don't call her that-"

"Enid, don't you realize what happened? Was she trying to go somewhere?"

I think hard about this. It rings a bell.

"Yeah. Yeah, she wanted to go somewhere. I told her no, she said she wouldn't."

"And then you randomly felt dizzy and conveniently passed out," she reasons.

"No, no it wasn't random. She gave me water... and she... and she... oh."

I remember now.

Yoko sighs.

"I'm fairly sure it wasn't just water."

Wednesday gave me something to knock me out. So she could go somewhere. Somewhere dangerous.

"Yoko?" I ask, voice shaking. "We have to find Wednesday."