𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 | 𝓦𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓻

19. Worthless

Wednesday's POV:

TW: SH

I never thought I'd say this, but I was in fact, jealous of Casey. I knew he was better for her, he can give her what I can't, he won't get uncomfortable when she touches him, he'll let her kiss him, hold him. I'm nothing compared to him, I'm worthless. Thinking about Enid? Thing signs, I nodded lightly, not even trying to hide it "Yes. I am." Wouldn't it be better for you to confess your feelings? Then you'll know how she feels and you won't have to worry "That's easy for you to say, Thing, you don't understand how this works. Even if I confess, what then? She'll reject me and we'll stop being friends" How do you know that? "I just do. Casey is better for her, he can give her what I can't. He's just a better match for her, their personalities are similar and their interests too. We have nothing in common, she'll never choose me"

Come on, don't be so negative about this, there's always a chance "Not this time, no. You don't understand, Thing. You're just a hand, what do you know?" I feel myself starting to become more and more angry, as I open the drawer and take out the same scissors, spreading them and sliding them across my wrist, slowly calming down. One more thing I noticed about pain, is that I forget about my emotions and don't think about anything else, at least for some time. I move them up, sliding them across my inner elbow, the blood starting to trickle down my arm What are you doing?! Thing signs rapidly, trying to grab the scissors to stop me from cutting myself again "Let go." I command, yanking the scissors away from him, as I start to cut my wrist again. The sight of blood on my arm brings me a sense of peace.

I'm not good enough for her, I'm not good enough for her I think to myself, repeating the sentence in my head, sliding the scissors across my wrist again, creating another cut. Once I felt satisfied, I put the scissors away, as Thing continued to tap his fingers Wednesday, why are you doing this? Don't do that! It's wrong! I felt my cheeks heat up in anger again, as I punched the wall in front of me hard, my knuckles starting to bleed in the process "SHUT UP, THING" I yelled loud enough for the people outside to hear, he backed away, seemingly startled by my sudden outburst. Sorry, Wednesday he signed, as I sighed heavily and sat back down, taking deep breaths to calm myself down, Thing collided his body against my hand, holding it tightly Everything's gonna be okay, Wednesday. Calm down, it's not worth hurting yourself over feelings.

I return the squeeze and stay like that for a moment, before releasing him "Thank you, Thing." I reply in a composed tone, feeling calmer now... The door then suddenly opens and Enid walks in, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, looking all happy and giggling. I quickly roll my sleeve back down to hide the scars "Bye, Casey!" She yells in an excited tone, before closing the door and setting the flowers down on her bed "Hey, Weds!" I force a neutral expression, turning around in my chair to look at her "Hello, Enid. How was your date?" I ask, as she smiles brightly "It was wonderful! We actually kissed at the end of it" I could see her face heat up, her cheeks turning red, I couldn't keep a straight face, so I looked away "That's great, I'm happy for you."

She started giggling, as she laid down on her bed. I suddenly got a message from Unknown.

Unknown: Does your heart ache, Wednesday? Are you jealous that she has a person to hang out with and it's not you? Are you jealous she found someone better than you ever will be?

My jaw tensed at the message, they were right, I'll never be good enough for Enid.

Wednesday: No, I don't feel anything. You're delusional, stalker

Unknown: You're a horrible liar, you know? I know your black heart is broken, I know you're hurting. I'll make sure to drive you to suicide. Be prepared, Addams.

I stared at the message, as the sentence 'I'll make sure to drive you to suicide' sounded serious, I couldn't help but get a little worried about my own safety. What is it? Thing asks, as I turn the phone to him, showing the text messages between me and my stalker, he looked at the screen for a while, before stepping away That is serious, you should be more careful with your surroundings, gotta look out. I nodded "I know. They know something I don't, that's for sure, I think that's their plan to make me commit." I reply "What'cha talking about?" Enid asks, walking over to my desk, a smile on her face "Nothing important, just stuff that will stay between Thing and I." "Aw, come on, you always tell me things! That's what best friends do" she teased, as I looked away from her. Best friends. I hated that we were only best friends, I hated that we couldn't be something else.

"You okay? You've been acting weird all day" The lycanthrope asks, putting a hand on my shoulder, to which, I shrug out of her grasp "I'm fine." Her expression seemed a bit skeptical, as she didn't really believe my response "Are you sure? You can talk to me, you know" "I can't." I mumble, as she looks puzzled "Hm? Did you say something?" "No, nothing." I reply, as she nods "Okay, well, can I sleep in your bed again? It's sooo comfortable!" She says, a smile on her face, a smile that I couldn't resist. "Of course- I mean, fine." God, that was so stupid, I said 'of course' like a total idiot. "Wait, really?!" She squeals in excitement, her smile getting bigger "Thank you! I like this new, soft version of you" I frown at her words "I am not soft. I can always change my mind."

"Okay, okay, sorry.. I was kidding" She smiles, as she walks over to her closet to change into her sleeping clothes. I decided to do the same, as I stood up and made my way to my dresser, taking out a black T-shirt and a pair of black shorts, changing into them. Tomorrow was Saturday, which meant we don't have any classes, I'll be able to write my novel. After I finish changing, I walk over to my bed and lay down, setting my phone on the nightstand next to my bed. Enid skips over shortly after, even in her pajamas, she looked breathtaking. She then laid down next to me, still using her phone, as the lights turn off automatically. "I'm so glad tomorrow is Saturday" She lets out a sigh of relief.

Sexxxed up is definitely the song of the day this time🤗