Enid's New Dress

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Opening her eyes didn't help. It was always going to be the same shade of black. There wasn't any color. None, she wasn't even granted a speck of gray.

A hand was touching her. There was a hand in the black and it was touching her. There was something oily on the back of her knee. There were things in the dark that shouldn't be there.

She would be brave, she wouldn't complain. She deserved this, a failure like her deserved to not see color. A small useless runt did not deserve anything other than nothing, in fact, she deserved the rest of her years in this dark colorless blind world.

What did pink look like? What did it look like? Was it her cakes frosting? Wait, she'd never had cake. Were did that ridiculous idea come from. Maybe it was a tree, no trees were green and brown. Wait what was green?

Oh dear

She'd forgotten what the thing should wanted the most looked liked. Not like it was any more than what she deserved.

There was that oily sensation again. To her knowledge there was nothing else in her world besides memories and waste.

Memories, wonderful memories.

A proud mother, a laughing father. Rambunctious brothers. A lovely voice saying "Isn't she such a dear little pup?"

Brothers knocking her over and mother frowning. Father's eyes dimming at the disappointment his only daughter was.

Less food that day. Was that food good? Did it taste like the food now? It looked good, the meat was actually juicy. It must have been heavenly.

Now she remembered the day that she'd confirmed her uselessness.

A big round moon, and family. All looking at her expectantly. Except for mother, no surprise, she probably already knew of the burden that was....

"What's my name? "

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Enid woke up with a gasping choke. Where was she? Where was she? She needed her now.

What was that pained voice? That horrible shrill whiny voice that kept on going "Wednesday! WEDNESDAY!"

Just on and on and on repeating the name. As if that would help.

Oh, what was that? A movement on the other side of the room had caught her attention and now those arms were desperately grabbing at whatever poor person had to witness her shame.

The swift shadow was by her side in a moment holding her? Yes, this person was actually touching her. This person was hugging her and wiping away tears that she hadn't known she was shedding. They were blessedly calm, and cold. It was comforting.

The figure started to rub circkes on her side and spoke "Enid, do you want to talk about it?"

That was the problem, she didn't know what was wrong, only that something was bad, very very bad. And she couldn't remember what was bad. Now she was clutching at the figure and her voice was getting panicked and high "I don't know Wednesday, I don't remem-"

"Shush there is no need to get worked up"

So her name was apparently Wednesday, at least that's what that part of her thought. It was odd, she felt disconnected. Like she was watching herself panick without feeling it. Then Wednesday spoke "Do you want to have a cookie and fresh water?"

Who in the world offered a warm cookie with water? And the trance was broken, she was Enid this person was Wednesday and she Enid had had a bad dream, the only part that she could remember was the part were she didn't know her name and everything was dark. So in a trembling voice she said "Wednesday, could you please get me light"

"Yes my dear"