Conflicted || Wenclair

Chapter 4: A Stalker

Wednesday POV

That new girl was not kidding when she wanted to talk to Enid. Actually that's not what just happened, she is now hanging out in our dorm and I seriously need to murder someone right now. The only thing that stops me is my roommate.

She didn't want me to do something bad to that girl or should I say 'Jesse' perhaps.

Oh...should I just murder them both?

I stopped writing on my typewriter and slightly pull off the page I wrote from the typewriter and put it in my desk drawer and got up from my chair and turn my heels to face the two girls sitting beside each other with their legs crossed, giggling on the bed while watching something on that laptop in front of them.

I don't like the fact that Enid is clinging on that girl. It makes my blood boil for some reason.

But seeing her smile...I've never seen her smile so...genuine.

I guess my plan won't work for today. They seem to have enjoy their...company.

I sigh "I'll go out for a while." I said walking at the door closing it behind me not wanting any response from them.

As I walk in the hallway, Enid's smile popped up in my mind. Her smile is so...pure and real.

And why does it made me feel...awful when I see her smile? It felt like something was stabbing my chest multiple times.

Don't get me wrong. I love being stabbed but not this kind unfortunately.

But she always smiles, considering that bubbly personality of hers.

Was it because that girl was able to make her show that genuine smile?

Impossible.

I will not be envious because that girl made her genuinely smile. Besides, I don't make people smile. I make them cry their eyes out until their eyeballs come off from their sockets.

Perhaps I don't see the reason why I should be saddened by this.

But why does it bother me so much..

I sigh as I already made my way to the forest. The cold wind rushed in and the sound of rustling leaves was heard as I pass through the trees.

I close my eyes and smiled of how quiet and calm it is. There's something about the forest that always soothes me.

Few minutes of walking and passing through the trees, I stumbled across a shed that has beehives in front of it. I  can hear the bees buzzing and flying around.

"Wednesday!" A voice came from behind me.

As I turn around, I see Eugene with a jar of honey on both of his hands.

"Hello, Eugene." I said sternly while looking at him blankly.

He smiled "It's been a week since you came here"

"My apologies for not coming over frequently."

"It's fine, I know school has been really busy" he chuckled and walk towards the shed and me following him from behind.

We entered the shed and I start to look around his shed. He has a box that seem to have a beehive inside along with a collection of jar of honeys.

Although I notice something that caught my eye. I see the pictures of the Hyde's victims, a drawing of it's lair and it's face that are attached in the board with a stand guiding it.

I hated that face of a monster.

"Eugene, why do you still have this?" I asked the boy, my eyes still darted on the picures and drawings in front of me.