I'm In love with my teacher~Wenclair.

~Thirty-six~

Enid's POV:

I'm sorta pissed now, all I was doing was texting my bestfriend. Is she really that insecure? Or am I the insecure one... No, I did nothing wrong. She's the one that has a pissy attitude, and it's probably because she got left all hot and bothered last night, but you know what? I don't care.

"Enid...." Wednesday sighed, as we entered the house.

"What?" I answered, while storming up the stairs. Before I could reach her room though, she grabbed my wrist and turned me around. Making me face her.

"Your being really dramatic about all of this, all I mean't-" 

"Oh so now your calling me dramatic? There's a whole list of things I could say about you, but I can keep my mouth shut. Clearly you can't do the same."

"I..." She started, before dropping my wrist and looking at the floor. 
I huffed and walked away, leaving her in the hallway. If she wants to act like that she doesn't deserve all the sweet talk. 

Wednesday's POV:

I slowly walked down the stairs, my mother said not to expect them home until around dinner time. So I really have nothing to do.
I sat down on the couch, slightly startled by the tears that are now soaking my cheeks. What the hell?

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I huffed under my breath, while storming to the downstairs bathroom. 
I grabbed onto the knob, expecting the door to open. But instead I get sent into a vision. 
All around me is pitch black, but I can still see if I squint hard enough. 

"Hello?" I called out, hoping to find out at least one piece of information from this stupid thing. 

"Mommy!" 

Enid's POV:

"I'm dramatic? She should see herself." I muttered, while unlocking my phone. Just as I was about to click on Yoko's contact I heard a crash downstairs. 
What the hell was that?

"Wednesday?!" I yelled from the top of the stairs, no answer. 
Even if she's mad I know she would still answer me... "Wednesday I'm not messing around, what the hell was that?" Still no answer, I started down the stairs when something stopped me. Her body laying in front of the bathroom door. "W-wednesday?" I rushed down the stairs once I realized she wasn't responsive, did she fall? No, she has to good of reflexes. But maybe she slipped, she is wearing socks. Or.... she had a vision.
I sat down by her side, and rested her head on my lap. Normally when she has a vision she's up in seconds, but it's been about 3 minutes since I heard her fall. I'm probably just over reacting, Wednesday's right. I am dramatic.
After about another five minutes, she's still not moving. She's breathing, but no response. I dig around In her pockets for a few seconds before eventually finding her phone. 
I unlock it, and easily find her mothers contact. 

"What is it, my little death trap?" Morticia answered, if this was Wednesday she probably would've responded with something like I'm not 'your little deathtrap' anymore, but I think for now I'm just going to respond with a sob.

"It's uhm Enid," I mumbled, while gliding my thumb across her pale cheekbone. 

"What's wrong dear?" 

"Wednesday, I think she's having a vision. But she's been unconscious for about ten minutes now, and I can't get her to wake up." 

"Did she fall before going into her vision?" 

"I think so, but I'm not sure. I was upstairs, and just heard a big crash." 

"Okay, I'm going to need you to keep talking to her. Try to get her awake, this has happened to me before. But for her it's different, she's a raven. Which means what she's going to see is going to be very dark and emotional things. Like things that could possibly traumatize her. Where with me I saw things that appealed to me, my greatest wishes. Wednesday,on the other hand, is going to see her greatest fears." up until this day I thought nothing could traumatize Wednesday Addams, but I guess I stand corrected. "We're on our way home, but until we get there all you can do is try to get her awake." and then she hung up. 

"Wednesday please," I whined, while slightly shaking her body. If only we didn't have that stupid argument, then I would've been with her when she fell. None of this would've happened. "Love, I'm so sorry, I was being dramatic. And super rude. I know we normally never get time for just the two of us, and I went and screwed it up when we finally did. I'm so sorry, just please wake up so we can talk about this." I pleaded, my own eyes now filling with tears. 
Her tiny body is now trembling like she's having a seizure, but her face is still neutral. The only thing indicating she's still in there is the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. 
I swear to God if this is some stranger things type shit, and her tears turn into blood I'm going to pass out.

"Your going to be okay, It's okay." I don't know if I'm saying this to myself, or to her. 

"We're here," Morticia said, as she pushed through the front door. "Oh, Wednesday..." she mumbled, while sitting next to me. 

"Where's Evelyn? I mumbled, in hopes that our daughter was nowhere near here. If she sees Wednesday like this she would probably have a heart attack.

"With Pugsley and Pubert in the car, Pugsley's keeping them busy." Thank God.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"It depends on what her biggest fears are." 

"Her biggest fear is losing Evelyn and I, or us being hurt..." she mentioned that while we were in the hospital after I had Evelyn. I just really hope she doesn't have any other fears, because that alone will scar her for life.