"You've gone soft..." |• A Wenclair Story •|

|• Chapter 1: My fault. •|

A/n: so um yeah!

TW.

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Wednesday Addams's Pov:

I have arrived at nevermore again after last semester.

Walking in the doors, the memories and regrets flooded through my mind.

I got Enid injured. She could've died.

I put Xavier in jail. The problem was, I didn't care. I didn't feel bad. But then again, I also did, because I didn't care.

I should care. I should care that I hurt him. The only person I care about is myself.

Eugene got put in the hospital. Because of me.

I tortured Tyler. Even if he was a blood thirsty monster.

I hurt everyone I interact with. I've been told this many times.

Everything was my fault. All of the deaths. All of the injuries. Everyone I hurt. Everyone that got hurt, because of me.

And it's all my fault.

I shook the thoughts away as I entered principal Weems's former office.

I started at the desk, the surroundings, all of it.

One thing in specific, however, was the new name across the golden plate. It wasn't
'L. Weems' anymore.

It was... 'M. Addams'. What? My mother? Interesting.

I turned around and began to make way towards my dorm, stopping in front of the door and taking a deep breath.

I walked in, my bags already on my side.

And there she stood. The colorful, touchy, loud werewolf.

"Hi Wednesday!" Enid squealed excitedly, skipping up to me.

"Hello." I greeted back, my voice betraying a hint of unexpected satisfaction.

"Can I?" She asked, opening her arms.

I always appreciate when she asked.

I wanted a hug after last semester.

"Not right now." I said.

She seemed a little disappointed but nodded.

I started to unpack, making sure my typewriter placement was precise. I'd go insane if it wasn't.

I heard Enid giggling on the other side of the room, and felt something in my stomach. It was like spiders, but different.

I assume she's texting.

I resume writing but speak up. "Who are you texting?" I ask, my voice slightly softer then usual.

"Yoko. She's coming over soon, actually!" Enid says with a smile. I'm not looking, but I know what she sounds like when she's smiling.

Not because I tolerate her or anything, just because it's an obvious difference.

"Understood. I'm going to go out for a walk." I said as I stood up.

I grabbed my coat and put it on, exiting the dorm as she said goodbye.

I walked out of the dorms and into the path to the woods to think.