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Enid decided long ago that Wednesday was torturous. She was morbid, blunt, and some would even say horrifying. And Enid loved every second of it.
The sarcastic remarks. The way she somehow smoothly says she’ll kill you in some terrifying way. It was impressive, and the more time she spent with Wednesday the more she grew on her.
Truth be told when they first met, Enid didn’t really like her. Wednesday was weird as shit, her exact words but you can only spend so much time with someone before stuff starts coming out.
And Enid thinks she knows exactly where it started.
The balcony, outside the window that had half her colors taken off. In the moment she didn’t care about that, all Enid felt was this painful feeling in her chest.
The stars only made her long, the moon made her yearn and fear for what was to come. Pain, but the freeness that came with it all.
But that’s not what she was upset about. The type of sunshine Enid radiated was real, she tried hard, extorted herself to be as bright as the shining glistening sun but sometimes she didn’t feel that way.
Like when people made comments. That she wasn’t enough, not a good enough wolf, not a real wolf, all the insults the pack could throw at her had been thrown.
And sometimes those built up and she felt like a small lost puppy all over again shivering in the cold crying out for someone to just look at her, give her some kind of validation.
In her moment of drowning, Wednesday came out onto the balcony. Quiet, not one word spoken but Enid heard her, felt her, could smell her before she even made it all the way out.
Wednesday stood next to her silently. She leaned against the railing as Enid was doing and followed her gaze up to the stars. Enid bit her lip, trying not to cry in front of her. She could only imagine what Wednesday would say to that.
“Your eyes are leaking.”
Enid expected many things but that one comment got a chuckle from her. “Maybe,” she murmured. Enid shouldn’t continue, so she didn’t.
Wednesday would just get a kick out of her pain. Enid didn’t have the energy to be herself, to try to be extra, to try to show who she was.
Her eyes roamed the sky looking for all the stars she could see and counting them one by one. The moon was high, a crescent, and it was only a reminder of everything all over again.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?” Enid asks, confused. She hasn’t done anything, at least she thinks she hasn’t.
“Normally I enjoy watching people suffer but-“ Wednesday stopped and with it so had Enid's heart.
But?
But?
What had that meant? Where was she going? What would she say? That Enid didn’t have a right to be upset? Had she talked to the pack? Did she agree with them? Did she-
“You look like your head is about to explode. Maybe that’ll add some color back to your window, perhaps that’ll quell your need.”
And Enid had to turn away because out of everything that was not what she should laugh at.
Just like that, a small weight lifted from her, Wednesday effectively had stopped her mind's downfall. She wondered if Wednesday knew that or not.
With hesitancy, and gripping the railing a little too tight Enid asked something she definitely shouldn’t have. “Do you think I’m…a bad werewolf?”
Enid turned just in time to maybe see an emotion cross Wednesday’s face. But no, Wednesday didn’t show those. “I think you're an obnoxiously good werewolf.”
Enid blinked. Wednesday stared at her with such seriousness and she felt…something. She couldn’t and wouldn’t place it now but something flickered.
“The pack thinks I’m not good enough.” Enid turned her head back to the sky. “And I’ve tried. I’ve tried so hard but whatever I do or say it’s never enough.”
Enid felt her eyes well with tears again. She tried blinking them a way and when that didn’t work she used the end of her sleeve to wipe them off.
“I can’t- I’m not like them. I know that but I’m trying and doesn’t that mean- can’t that mean something? I-I am this, I’ve gone through things .”
“Enid.” Wednesday's voice was much softer then Enid had heard it before and it sent a shiver down her spine. “There is no book on how to be a werewolf. There is no right or wrong way to be the creature that you are. I’ve seen your claws, the fangs. The so-called pack this school has is just a bunch of nobodies.”
“But-“
“There isn’t a but. Is there a book on how to be a werewolf?”
Enid blinked hard. “Not technically-“
“Then how can you do something wrong? If you are a werewolf, however you are is the correct way to be it. And anyway I don’t understand why you would want to be like them, normal .” Wednesday said the word as if it physically hurt her to say.
Normal, Enid repeated in her head. She had to think, to wonder, wasn’t the abnormal supposed to fit in with themselves?
They all weren’t normal. They went to the school for people just as weird and freaky and out there, so shouldn’t she fit with them? And if she didn’t, what did that make her?
Her eyes glanced at Wednesday. Wednesday who didn’t fit in with anyone, maybe her family, but that's besides the point.
In Wednesday terms, how her mind works, that was a good thing. And knowing that made something blaringly clear in Enid's head.
That moment was genuinely the nicest thing anyone has ever said to Enid. It hit her like a truck. Her lungs seized, they collapsed and she looked away turning her body to fully be out of the girl's sight.
But that didn’t stop the sounds of her crying. The sobs that trickled out of her mouth, even with her hand trying so very hard to cover herself.
Wednesday didn’t say anything. Enid didn’t expect her too and was thankful the silence remained as a warm blanket over her.
Wednesday was her blanket. The cold girl that thought about killing everyone was the one person who-
Her eyes squeezed shut. She heard too much. Heard Wednesday's heartbeat, steady in her chest. Heard each breath she took, in and out a constant noise singing in her ears.
So Enid let herself listen. She allowed her werewolf senses to take over and guide her through her overwhelming breakdown and soon over the minutes her cries stopped.
She just heard Wednesday.
Enid pulled her hand back, her claws were out, and taking a swallow she could feel her fangs resting nicely in her mouth.
She should have expected this. She was so focused-
“You have a tail.”
“What!” Enid shricks and couldn’t fathom the blush that heated her cheeks as she spun around and gripped her backside.
Wednesday stared at her with one raised eyebrow and a glint in her eyes that said it all.
Enid didn’t need to feel the embarrassment wash over her but there it was, hitting her again just from that look on the dark haired girls face.
“People who aren’t werewolves don’t have tails. The pack is stupid, they clearly need to get their eyes checked.”
“That’s not-“
“How sharp are those?” Wednesday moved on her own accord stopping Enid from saying a word as she grabbed her jaw.
Enid's mouth went slack as she just paused there. Wednesday’s hands were cold. It felt nice. Enid tore her gaze away in fear of so many more things as she felt a finger tap right against the tip of her fang.
Enid only looked back when she tasted metallic on her tongue. Wednesday pulled her finger back and Enid's eyes widened from the drop of blood that dropped down.
“Oh my god!” Enid grabbed her hand on instinct, looking down at the cut. “What the fuck, Wednesday why did you do that! We need- I have a first aid kit in the bathroom and-“
Wednesday’s hand was pushed right atop Enid's mouth effectively silencing her. “That’s a lot better.” Enid pouted while furrowing her eyebrows.
“Why-“
“Sinclair, as much as planning your murder delights me, I have other things to do.” Wednesday pulled away from her and Enid's jaw dropped.
She watched the girls backside as she went inside and one singular thought swirled around her head.
Oh.
And the next day, if the pack's backpacks were filled with eyeballs Enid didn’t say a word. She didn’t even ask where they were from, if they were human or animal, or how Wednesday even got them all.
Were they human? How would she have- No, no, Enid wouldn’t.
She just smiled from afar with this feeling beating inside of her that she hadn’t felt before. At least not like this, this was different. But so was Wednesday and maybe that wasn’t so wrong.
From that moment it was something steady. Happily jumping right back into being the sun and pulling Wednesday around when she allowed it.
And Enid could be happy, really happy, because Wednesday had said something and that lit a fire. Bright and burning and she burned for about two weeks with her words in her head.
Burned with longing looks, burned with flustered stuttered sentences, burned with accidentally tripping over her feet and right down the stairs.
She made a fool of herself and it was genuinely the best she has ever felt.
That is, till she was met with a boy. Now, Enid didn’t really like boys. Some were sweet, some smelled like garbage and acted like it.
And this boy right here with his curly blonde hair and knowitall smile acted like he had something going. In some places Enid saw herself, maybe it was the hair, or the friends that crowded around him.
But he peered down at her, sneering down from his mountain of friends as she stared on hopeful but anxious. She picked at her sweater, her pink one that felt like clouds on her skin, something that would have reminded her of a warm hug if this guy wasn’t creating a storm.
“Howl then.” Enid shrunk in on herself. He laughed, his friends followed along with him.
“W-What?” The young girl stuttered out. He leaned forward, close enough to now be a foot away from here where he sat on the table.
Enid was tall but annoyingly enough he was still above her and she didn’t like that. Not when he looked at her like that. Not when they laughed at her like that. It made her feel incredibly small in a way that causes your heart to shival.
“Howl,” he ordered. “If you're a werewolf, howl.” He sat, as if he was waiting but the knowing smirk on his face said he knew she couldn’t.
And the sad part was Enid didn’t know how to howl. It’s not like she hasn’t tried, she had of course. But the sound never came and all she felt was a tightness in her throat.
“You're not a wolf. You're a puppy,” he spat out, flicking her forehead. She winced, stepping back and almost stumbled right over her feet.
“I’m not-“
“What’s your form anyway? I bet you look like some golden retriever pup. Go on! Fetch!” He laughed, throwing a pencil across the room.
Enid's fists balled in her sleeves. She glared, her jaw clenching as she tried so very hard not to cry in front of him.
Words flooded through her head, everything she could ever say with a hearty amount of curse words that were begging to reveal themselves right now.
“You-“
A voice cleared. Abrupt silence.
Enid didn’t have to turn to see who was behind her. She could feel it, she could smell her. As weird as that sounded, she just could.
“More countries than you think eat dog. I wonder what you would taste like but it’s a shame you're a mutt , I would have flayed you like a fish.”
The boy stuttered, his friends' faces paled. “You-You freak! Let’s get out of here.” He moved quickly and when Wednesday came forward and outreached her leg causing him to fall almost face first into the floor Enid's mouth dropped.
“I would say I didn’t see you there, but my intentions are quite clear and I’m not a liar.”
His friends grabbed him, pulling him away with all their stuff. The two of them stood there. Enid watched them walk away and then watched Wednesday's face.
She was sure she was smiling. Whatever a Wednesday smile was, this was it, this is what she got joy out of.
“I-I don’t-“ Wednesday looked at her, her expression the same as it always was. “I don’t think I would be good flayed.”
“You don’t know what that means, do you? That’s ok, I’ve thought of countless other ways to murder you that you’ll know perhaps.”
Enid slowly smiled.
Wednesday thought about her. Enid blushed and turned away taking a deep breath. Her face was wet from her old tears, and that ache she had two weeks ago was built up all over again.
She should have known they were right. How could she be a wolf if she couldn’t howl? It was one of the main factors and how could she not have it.
She looked down at her hands finally having uncalled them from her sweater sleeves. Her poor sweaters had rips in it now from claws that had already disappeared.
“Wednesday thank you for stopping him,” Enid said, looking up.
“I didn’t do that for you.” Wednesday spun on her heel and Enid quickly followed after her. She felt the need to hug her, at least try to hug Wednesday.
However, Enid thinks right now if she gets rejected in any way she’ll collapse onto the floor and as much as Wednesday would probably like seeing someone become a human puddle, Enid did not want to be one.
So instead Enid walked side by side with her. Enids steps a little slower as to not walk to fast for the shorter girl. The graze of their arms was enough, a smidge of comfort that Enid latched onto.
After that day things were different.
The wolves didn’t bother her. They didn’t make fun of her and Enid would even say they were scared of her.
But she knew the reality. It wasn’t her they were scared of but her roommate, Wednesday. Enid wanted to fight her own battles but this one finally coming to rest helped her.
Even if she could still hear everything they said. Even if she stood on the balcony and tried to howl but had his stupid voice in her head telling her she wasn’t good enough and not a wolf.
She liked puppies, especially golden retriever ones, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be one.
The sun that shined off Enid was dulled. That happened, everyone had days where they weren’t as bright as the rest.
Some would say Enid usually glistens. That she was the sun, that she was filled with glitter and sparkles in the light like a golden beam.
Speaking of glitter,
“I hate glitter,” Wednesday starts in their room. “It’s atrocious and gets everywhere. You will never be free of it.”
Enid squinted confused. “Then why the hell did you buy glitter?”
“Because it’s awful.” The answer was simple but yet so very complicated to Enid. Why would someone buy something they hate?
“Well…can I have it?”
“No.”
“But you don’t like it!”
“Very few people like glitter.”
Enid chewed on her lip. She plopped down on the edge of her bed looking from Wednesday to their window.
Think like Wednesday, she reminded herself as she looked at the girls side of the room. “So…who are you glitter bombing?”
She must have asked the right question because Wednesday put down her book and gave Enid attention.
“A girl in my class.” Enid nodded, that sounded about right. “By tomorrow everything she owns will be covered in glitter and she will never be able to get the insufferable material out. She’ll go mad.”
Enid smiled at the thought. Wednesday plotting, the way her mind worked, how this could just be seen as a harmless prank but to Wednesday glitter was probably the end of the world.
“Well if you have any left I’d like some! I need one more glitter for-“
“Absolutely not. I am not having one spec of this get even close to me. I cannot and will not endure that torture.”
Enid rolled her eyes. Wednesday probably thinks she’ll break out into hives as soon as the sparkle touches her skin.
She imagined vampires, the ones from twilight that shined in the son except Wednesday would burn and her sun was glitter.
The girl was allergic to color, to light, the total opposite of Enid and somehow that made something in Enid tick.
A small voice, an oh that had rang not too long ago coming back again. The second she looked at Wednesday now, who had already gone back to reading, she felt flustered.
Enid shook her head out and played K-pop instead to get herself out of her head. It was either all about Wednesday or the bad feeling that floated inside of her.
A few days after that Enid found her pink sweater, the one she had ruined with her claws, in the center of her bed folded neatly. She had hesitated before picking it up and letting it open, gasping when she saw it.
The holes had been fixed. Black thread was weaved through the pink and Enids heart beat loudly. Oh, oh, oh , Wednesday fixed her favorite sweater.
She brought it up to her face inhaling deeply feeling the softness and the comfort seep into her at once. She could have cried, and she did, tearing up a little.
Wednesday, the supposed morbid and coldly blunt girl continued to be the nicest person Enid knew. Even with saying all the ways she could kill Enid, Wednesday was sweet deep in there.
Wednesday would be disgusted at the thought.
Enid looked back at her bed with a smile and it was only then she noticed a small vial with a note attached to it. She hesitated before picking it up, gasping at its contents.
I will teach you what a flayed fish is, if you get one spec on my side - Wednesday
Enid squealed loudly flipping right down on her bed. Yeah, this was amazing.
The bubbles she felt. The warmth inside of her. It was only ten seconds later that Enid gasped, her eyes widening.
She had a crush on Wednesday.
“Oh fuck,” she cursed squeezing her eyes shut.
From that moment forward Enid was somewhat hesitant but all at once wanting everything the moment she could get. Like a kid that just tasted candy, Wednesday was it.
She dragged Wednesday along to study sessions, lunch breaks, dinner breaks. Wherever Enid could drag Wednesday, she did drag Wednesday.
The time they spent in their room was some of her favorite. The late nights where Wednesday read and Enid was just on her laptop. The silence, the K-pop in Enid's earbuds that had her singing along, sometimes a pillow being thrown at her head.
Wednesday continued on as herself. It was a miracle she didn’t get expelled, maybe it was because of who her parents were.
The eyeballs, the glitter, threatening to murder people was only the tip of the ice burg for the dark haired girl.
Enid saw it all, she even bantered with Wednesday. Her own fire burning in her that some would call insane. That some did call insane. Some of Enid's friends told her not to, told her to stop, but she didn’t, she wouldn’t.
When she looked at Wednesday her head chanted kiss her. A chorus of it singing in her mind. That was way too far, but the thought roared on with her face burning like fire.
And then, one day, Enid couldn’t take it anymore.
She hadn’t hugged Wednesday, they’ve never held hands, and the closest they got to hugging was that first day when Enid tried really really hard.
And trying to hug Wednesday was a lot better than trying to kiss her. One could get her killed and the other…well, could also get her killed.
But now here she was with this feeling, this thing that festered inside of her and like an animal it wanted to be fed. Fed, meaning hugging Wednesday.
Of course if Wednesday didn’t want to, it would probably destroy her. Enid winced just thinking about it.
Currently Wednesday was at her desk, a book laid out as she scanned the pages while scrubbing down in her notebook. Part of Enid giggled thinking of Wednesday writing with a feathered quill against the pages.
You would think with the fights, Enid's feelings would have gone down by now. But even the day where Enid was sure Wednesday was about to throw her right off the balcony from annoyance they didn’t.
When Enid did things some would say she did them all too well; Did them too strong, gave too much. And yes, she did. She knew she did because if she didn’t give her all then what was the point.
Enid Sinclair would hug Wednesday god dammit.
Enid was plotting. “Wednesday?” She asked.
Wednesday sighed, a deep annoyance coming off of her. Her pen stopped but she didn’t look towards Enid.
Enid bit her lip. Plotting wasn’t a real strong suit of hers. “What are you doing?”
“Writing a letter.”
Enid perked up. “Who are you writing a letter too?”
“My family.”
Enid's eyes widened. Wednesday missed her family. Enid saw hugs as comfort, did Wednesday hug her family? Did her parents hug her? Make her feel loved?
“If there is something you wish to say, spit it out. I have things to do.”
“Oh right.” Enid shook her head. “So you…miss them?” Enid didn’t know what to expect but certainly didn’t expect silence.
“No.” Enid frowned and her own silence must have been loud enough for Wednesday to get some sort of message. “I’m telling them to come get me from nevermore.”
“Like…for a break?”
“Enid,” Wednesday said, turning sharply. “No, not for a break. Forever.”
Enid's world stopped then. All she could do was stare at Wednesday and wonder what the actual fuck.
“Why would you do that? You can’t leave!” Enid shot up from her bed startling herself.
“This school will not expel me because of my parents. Believe me, I’ve tried. If there is no other way then I must push my parents to take me back or else.”
“Or else?” Enid nervously asked.
Wednesday didn’t say a word besides shaking her head and turning right back to her letter. She picked up her pen and stared down at it.
No, Enid thought, she couldn’t let this happen. “Wednesday…I-I know nevermore hasn’t been the best but you should stay.”
“You sound like my parents. Talking about how they found their love here, that I could find one. It’s disgusting and revolting. I’m nothing like them, not of the sort. They say most families have a black sheep, and as my family is a token of them, I must be a darker breed.”
Enid's mind was racing. Wednesday’s parents met here, they fell in love and think Wednesday could find someone here?
But then on the other hand Wednesday doesn’t believe in love? Or whatever she was just going on about and what in the world was she supposed to do about that.
Enid just got friend zoned (enemy zoned?) on a much deeper level then she possibly ever could.
Enid could swear her knees buckled. “You don’t think you could love?”
“I won’t. I’ve seen them, and I will be nothing like them.” Enid didn’t understand how someone with two supposedly loving parents would be so agaisnt…love.
“Well that’s…stupid.”
“Excuse me?” Wednesday turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “I would watch where you are going.”
“Where I’m going? What about you!” Enid took a few steps forward. “You want to leave at the one school that doesn’t expel you! And you are agaisnt-agaisnt love? Something beautiful and amazing and-“
“Revolting, disgusting, vomit inducing, nose bleedingly awful.”
“Shouldn’t you like something like that!” Enid shouts frustrated. “Something that makes you feel all the things you love?”
“I don’t love anything.” Wednesday turned away from her.
“You love the color black. You love torturing people. You love murder, thinking about murder, planning murder.”
“Do I need to wash that word with soap out of your mouth?” Wednesday’s pen was in her hand but instead of writing she was pushing it down into the paper hard.
“Oh it must be so awful to have two loving adoring parents. I’m so sorry, you must be breaking out into hives already,” Enid snapped sarcastically.
Wednesday stood from her chair and walked right towards Enid. Enid should be terrified but all she felt was anger, annoyance and a small amount of fear beating behind it all.
“Get out of my room. You’ve already gone over the line pup .”
Enid took two steps back to be on her side of the room. “Is it the hives?” She mocks again. “Maybe if you call mommy and daddy they can make it better.”
“I’m starting to wonder what you look like cut open. Maybe that adrenaline spike will finally push you over the edge. Thing, bring me my knife.”
“ Thing, get back in her drawer,” Enid growls. Wednesday’s eyes snapped towards her. Something shined in them Enid was to blind to see. “Where would you go Wednesday! Stop being such a bitch and just stay here.”
“There are only so many torturous games I can play here before I get bored.”
Enid rolled her jaw. “Is that what you do? Get bored, act out, run back to your parents who you despise-“
“I don’t despise my parents,” Wednesday cut her off quickly, but her voice was still the same tone as it always was. “The way they act is disgusting and it won’t be me. I know what I want and I know what I will be. What about you Enid? What will a werewolf who can’t be a werewolf be?”
Enid snapped.
Lunging forward with a primal feeling in her chest her hands grabbed Wednesday’s arms. “You little-“
Wednesday was smiling.
Enid stopped.
“I was right.”
“W-What?”
“You're fascinating.” Wednesday reached up awkwardly to try her best to touch something on Enid and it was then Enid realized how hard she was holding the smaller girl.
“Oh-Oh my god! I am so sorry. I could have hurt you or killed you-“
“You have ears. You should have seen yourself just then. Horrifying, angery, eyes glowing with a murderous rage it was-“ Wednesday took a breath, “terrfying.”
“What?” Enid blanked. She squeezed Wednesday’s sleeve looking into dark sparkling eyes.
“You need to do that again sometime.”
Her mouth fell open. Nothing came out, Enid couldn’t get a single sound at. Wednesday easily got out of her grip and walked away, picking the letter off her desk and leaving the room.
“Terrifying,” Enid whispered as her heart pounded. Her eyes stayed glued to the door where Wednesday left. “She-“
Enid's heart skipped a beat, picturing Wednesday just a few moments before looking right up into her eyes with what had to be Wednesday glee.
“You need to do that again,” echoed in her head like a record.
Enid looked down at her hands. A second ago she held Wednesday in them, and didn't think about it. A few minutes ago she wanted to hug the girl and then with a snap she was ready to kill her.
Enid squeezed her hands shut wishing she had sunk into the feeling of holding Wednesday while she had it. But it was way too late for that now.
She wasn’t mad, she was hurt, she couldn’t not be hurt. Wednesday knew exactly where to poke and it came with a twisted knife in the heart but the girl had only done that to get a frightful reaction.
She wanted Enid to go off on her.
And she wanted her to do it again.
Enid might not have gotten to hug Wednesday, but the following week Wednesday didn’t leave.
The dark haired girl dove head first into investigating the murder that happened one late night. One murder turned into two and then two turned into a few.
So Wednesday stayed, no longer being bored as she was filled with what Enid thinks had to be a dream. She stayed up late, going to the library and creating a board as her investigation got bigger.
It was on a late Saturday night Enid came back to find Wednesday packing a small backpack. “What are you doing?”
“I have a lead.” Wednesday slipped her arms through the straps and picked a shiney object up that was revealed to be a rather large knife as she turned around.
“Wait,” Enid started, “you’re going out? At night?”
“I have a lead on the killer. I must go now or I might miss the opportunity.”
“You can’t it’s-“
Wednesday of course didn’t listen to Enid and walked right past her. Enid of course followed Wednesday out of their room and down the steps.
“It’s late. You can’t even see in the dark. What if you get hurt? What if you-“
“I’m an Addams,” Wednesday says. “I’ll be more then fine. I’m very capable.” Enid's eyes flickered down to the knife Wednesday tailed in her hands.
“I’m coming with you.”
“Fine. Just stay quiet.”
“Fine, whatever.”
Enid did not stay quiet. The entire way out of the school she whispered about getting caught, getting murdered and she swore for a second Wednesday was going to carve her eyes out of her skull.
That was the only moment Enid allowed the girl peace. Once they were out in the cold dark air, she let out a deep breath.
“Do you see anything?” Wednesday asked as they entered the forest. Enid shifted closer to her, their arms brushing together.
“No- AH!” Enid jumped and latched onto Wednesdays arm. “What was that?” She shrieked and turned towards the sound.
“I feel so safe with the werewolf on my side,” Wednesday mocks. “Get off me.” Shaking her off Wednesday stepped infront of Enid and followed towards the crunching sound, because of course would.
“I could kill you, you know,” Enid hissed but followed after her quickly. “I have enough strength to-“
“Shush.” Wednesday pointed the knife at her.
Enid zipped her mouth with wide eyes. Wednesday turned forward and began walking again, her knife extended.
Enid looked through the trees, her heart like a ram in her chest. She was thankful Wednesday couldn’t hear it or this would be embarrassing.
But she could hear Wednesdays, slow and steady. She wasn’t scared, Wednesday was never scared. There was a beauty in how Wednesday was fascinated with stuff like this.
It was written all over her face and even with Enid's own fear she saw how beautiful Wednesday was because of it. Her cheeks burned red, and when Wednesday looked at her it only became worse.
“We shouldn’t be out here,” Enid whispered.
“I didn’t invite you to come with me.” Enid huffed but became silent again.
The two of them walked deeper into the forest. Enid heard bunnies, at least what she hopes to be bunnies and other animals. She heard the crickets, the sound of owls whos and the saw bats flying up in the sky in a group.
Wednesday wasn’t phased by anything, not that Enid thought now would be the time she was phased. The only thing that could scare Wednesday was maybe a baby dressed in as a unicorn with bottles of glitter.
Enid giggled to herself earning a glare from the dark haired girl. “Why are you laughing? I didn’t think you would be amused by homicide,” Wednesday says.
“No it’s- I just was trying to think of what would scare you.”
“I’m not scared of anything.”
“Picture this,” Enid starts, “a baby-“
“Horrified already. They are harder to maim than you think. Pubert survived being almost decapitated and dropped off our house.”
Enid fully stopped. “Excuse me, what?”
Wednesday looked at her with a tilted head. “Pubert, he’s my youngest brother.”
“I gathered that but you tried to murder a baby?”
Wednesday sighed and faced forward again. “I was young,” she started almost solem, “I’m better at it now.”
Enid's mouth went dry. She wanted to say so many things but yet had nothing to say. How did that happen? How did that even work?
“I presume you think of me differently now?“
“What?”
“I say I’m better now and yet I still got expelled for attempted murder. It’s a shame, really. It shows everyone I failed.”
“Wait a minute-“
“I did him a favor, anyway. People like him shouldn’t be able to reproduce.”
“Wednesday-“
“I will be better,” Wednesday said, giving her a hard look with the knife pointed right at Enid.
She swallowed hard. Wednesday continued a few feet before Enid stumbled right after her. She racked her brain for something to say, anything to calm her nerves.
“So…do you have more siblings?”
“A brother named Pugsley.” Enid nodded as she tried to imagine a boy like Wednesday. Black hair, drenched in black clothing with her signature look and tone. “Do you have siblings?”
A little surprised that Wednesday asked, Enid smiled a little but the reality sunk thorns into her. “No. It’s just me…just me.”
“Why do you say it like that? From experience I can promise you don’t want a sibling. They are torturous.”
“Says the girl who tried killing them,” Enid muttered. “It’s just- I don’t want siblings. My parents probably want another though.”
Enid looked down at her feet kicking up the leaves and dirt. Her shows were shortly covered in dirt with leaves sticking on the tops.
It all went back to the same thing for Enid. Not being enough, at least not the wolf that she should be.
Maybe that’s why that one day she had gotten so mad at Wednesday. Here was this girl with loving parents, especially parents who loved one another just for her not to care and say love was nothing.
Love was everything. It was the only thing Enid had and she sadly had so little of it. Not in the way she couldn’t give love, Enid gave out love everytime she breathed it was the other way around.
She could drain herself dry before she had a taste of it herself.
“You're crying.”
“W-What?” Enid stuttered. She quickly wiped at her face feeling the wetness. “Sorry…sorry.”
“Have I said something wrong?”
“No, it’s me.” She wrapped her arms around herself. It didn’t help, but she tried to feel better. “Why don’t we talk about something else?”
“You are the one who talks. I am the one forced to listen.”
Enid sighed without the energy to banter back with Wednesday. She chose to follow her silently, truly silently this time and not like the others where she began talking five minutes later.
The crickets grew quieter, everything around them became to feel off as they furthered. Enid looked around nervously once more, she kept trying to see anything in the woods.
And then she saw it. A glisten, red on the bark of a tree. “Wednesday,” she said shakily.
Wednesday followed her gaze and walked towards the tree. “It must be this way.”
“Don’t- Don't follow the trail of blood!” Enid shouted after her. “Wednesday! Let’s go back, please? We can tell the principal and call the police.”
“There’s more.”
Enid groaned deeply, her claws came out not long later. She walked spinning around holding her hands up.
“Do you hear anything?”
“No,” Enid mumbled. It was eerily quiet now, the silence buzzed in Enid's ears. She looked up through the leaves to see the moon in the sky. “Can’t we just go back to our room? Let’s watch a movie! I have Disney plus and Netflix. We could watch some dorky supernatural movie or show and make fun of it?“
“As much as I gain pleasure in making fun of things, no. Now stay alert the killer might be around.”
Enid latched onto Wednesday's arm. She ignored the glare she was given. “Wednesday,” Enid whispered, “are you scared?”
“I don’t get scared.”
Enid nodded. “Yeah, I get that. But your heart is-“ Enid cut herself off with a gasp. “Are you excited?”
“Stay quiet or this knife will be the last thing you taste.” Enid cringed so hard, swallowing a gulp of spit.
She didn’t like the image of Wednesday cutting her tongue out, so with Wednesday's presumably happy heart in her ears she didn’t say a word. Not even when they found more blood, not even when Enid swore she saw something in the woods.
Wednesday took her backpack off, unzipping it and pulling out a flashlight. Enid didn’t know why she hadn’t used it before, but now with the first lit up she wishes Wednesday hadn't.
Enid turned her head right into Wednesday's shoulder at the body on the ground. There laid gruesomely pulled apart was a person, dead.
“I told you I had a lead.” Enid could have sworn there was a happy lit to Wednesdays voice, at least whatever happy was to her.
Wednesday shook her off and Enid was forced to watch the girl crouch next to the body. “It’s a wolf, how curious. A beast for a beast.” Wednesdays placed two fingers against their arm. “It’s still warm, this was recent.”
“Can we go now please?” Enid begged. “What if the killer is still here?”
“If they were still here we would be dead.” Wednesday's words did not make Enid feel better at all.
She needed to get out of here. She couldn’t look at the wolf anymore, not even a second. She turned her body away, inhaling sharply.
Something swirled inside of her, an emotion she couldn’t quite place but felt unbearably uncomfortable. All Enid could hear was Wednesday rummaging around.
“I found something.”
Enid's heart dropped. “What?”
“We can leave now. I have everything I need.” Enid didn’t have to turn around because Wednesday walked right past her.
Enid hurried quickly. “What did you find?”
Wednesday side eyed her for a second. “A wolf's claw. It was stuck in their neck.”
The rest of the walk back neither of them said a word. Not through the forest, the school, the stairs or even once they got to their room.
Wednesday showered while Enid changed and got in her bed. All she could do was stare at the ceiling and think. A never ending cycle that she so badly needed to destroy.
She closed her eyes and she saw things. She kept them open and the shadows on the ceiling played out a grosoun scene in front of her.
Maybe Enid made a mistake.
She jumped when the bathroom door opened. Her eyes snapped to Wednesday coming out with her hair wet and down over her shoulders. She watched as she went to her own bed and carefully got in it as she always did.
Enid looked back at the ceiling. She watched the shadows, listened as rain started to pour down outside.
“What’s wrong?”
“What?” Enid squeaks, shocked that Wednesday was still awake and that she spoke.
“I can feel you from over here. What is it? Before I don’t get any sleep.”
Enid squeezed her eyes shut. “I-I can’t sleep.” Wednesday sighed. Enid took it as a long groan of annoyance. “It’s fine. I’ll just- maybe I just need to turn.”
Enid turned towards the wall and pulled the blanket up to her chin. She closed her eyes and focused, focused, focused.
Enid turned again, the other way. Her blanket wrapped around her feet as she kicked around pulling her knees up farther. She breathed steadily, the rain grew harder.
Enid rolled into her back, her eyes wide as she stared at the shadows ceiling once more. And then it happened, built up, a damn with a crack, a tear spilled out.
“Fuck,” she muttered and all she could think was how annoyed Wednesday would be with her.
Her chest grew immensely tight, the thorns that had grown there early that night sinking deep within her heart. She choked back a cry, her hand covering her mouth to muffle the sound.
“Come here.” Enid thought she heard wrong. Maybe Wednesday had finally told her to fuck off. “Enid, at once.”
Enid was out of her bed and on her feet in a second. She stumbled over the floor till she was at the edge of Wednesday's bed nervously picking at the end of her shirt.
Wednesday laid still, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes shut. “Um,” Enid started unsure. She hiccuped, sniffling.
Wednesday opened her eyes and without looking at her scooted over. “Before I change my mind.”
Enid's mouth practically fell open. After a second of processing Enid hastily got into Wednesday’s bed. She laid on her side, with the blanket pulled up far enough to not disturb Wednesday.
Enid squeezed her hand in the blanket to stop herself from shaking. She swore her fangs were out as she bit her lip to try and calm down.
“People die, it is the natural cause of life. People get killed, people die of old age, people die from random occurrences. Death is not something to fear, it is only natural. As natural as breathing,” Wednesday said.
“Have you…have you ever killed someone?” Enid whispered. She didn’t know what she wanted the answer to be, or if she even wanted to know.
“No, but it’s not for a lack of trying. My record shows everyone I’ve failed.”
“If-“ Enid stopped, she would regret this. She might regret this but there was no going back from where she was. “If you did, how would you feel?”
Wednesday clearly thought about this deeply. Enid could see all the gears turning in her head as she went over so many possibilities.
“I am an Addams,” Wednesday said as if that told Enid everything she needed. Wednesday turned her head, locking her eyes with Enid's teary own. “Why do you ask?”
“I just…wondered I guess.”
Wednesday let out a hum that sounded distasteful. She turned her head back to the ceiling and Enid thought that would be the end of it.
Instead, surprising the shit out of her, Wednesday grabbed her hand. Enid's breath stilled, her eyes zeroed in as Wednesday pulled her hand with her to rest how she normally sleeps.
She could feel her heart under her hand, just like she could hear it. With both of those, Enid closed her eyes and lulled into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
Shortly after that day Wednesday made a friend.
Enid loves that Wednesday had made a friend, all she wanted was for the girl to stay and fit in. But not this one, she hated this one.
Tyler, with his stupid hair and stupid smile at Wednesday. His eyes that shined with a look in them every time he looked at the girl. She can just hear his stupid voice right now.
Didn’t he know she was first? Didn’t he know that her and Wednesday had been getting closer as the days went on and that he was getting in the way?
No longer was it Enid observing Wednesday investigating but Tyler helping her. Tyler going out with her on late night walks through the woods, Tyler staying up late with her in the library.
Enid would even say she might be fuming.
And to make it even worse she couldn’t find them. It was a few hours before curfew, she checked the library but nothing. And that’s where Wednesday said they would be!
Enid shuddered at the idea of finding them in Tyler’s room doing god knows what.
Enid might not have any right to be jealous but she has bleed her heart out way too many times not to be. They were doing so well for once!
She may not have hugged Wednesday yet but just the other day they held hands falling asleep because Wednesday wanted to comfort her.
The thought could have made Enid cry all over again. She didn’t, she had more important things to do like find where Tyler took Wednesday.
“Yoko!” Enid shouted down the hall. The vampire stopped and looked at her strangely as she ran up to her friend. “Hey have you seen-“
“Wednesday was walking into the cafeteria as I was walking out.”
“How did you-“
“How could I not?” Yoko asked with a smirk. Enid brushed her friend off as Yoko walked down the hallway laughing.
With a new destination in mind Enid set up.
Enid rushed down the hallway trying her best not to run into anyone. A few people were spared, and all she could give them was rushed out sorrys before turning right into the cafeteria.
It was mostly empty besides a few tables with people. Even if it was full she could have spotted Wednesday right away. Her and Tyler sat in the back corner with a few tables between them and everyone else.
“Wednesday!” Enid said as she got to the table. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, you weren’t in the library.”
“Sorry,” Tyler said, “I got hungry. We hit a major milestone in the case and I needed to get some fuel before we continue. If only Wednesday didn’t lose that nail or maybe we would have the killer's dna.”
Enid and Wednesday shared a look. Enid frowned, Wednesday losing something? Something of that importance that belonged to the murder investigation? There was no way.
“Yes, it is rather sad,” Wednesday said. “However we know a lot, and I think it will get us very far.”
“Yeah,” Tyler says with his mouth full.
“Chew with your mouth closed,” Enid says. “It’s gross.”
“Aren’t you a werewolf?” He asks with a cocked eyebrow.
“Just because I’m a-“
“Did you need something, Enid? You were looking for me?” Wednesday asked, pulling Enid's attention away from Tyler.
“Yes, I wanted to know if we could watch a movie? You said the other day we would and I think I found the perfect one!”
“I can’t tonight, as Tyler said we are on the cusp of something. Tomorrow night we can.”
“Oh,” Enid deflated. She glared at Tyler once more cursing the day he met Wednesday. “Are you sure? Maybe you should take a break, you’ve been going a really long time.”
“Oh we can handle ourselves. Right, Wednesday?” Tyler raised his hand to pat Wednesday on the back but entirely missed as Wednesday scooted down the side of the bench.
“I don’t like being touched.” Wednesday began standing leaving a confused Tyler and an even more confused Enid.
“But I’ve touched you?”
“Yes, you have.” Wednesday like a blink walked past Enid towards the cafeteria doors.
“Well I guess that's my queue.” Tyler scratched his neck awkwardly before gathering his things. Enid watched him closely chewing on her lip.
“Tyler?”
“Yeah, Enid?”
“Wednesday… is a very particular person and I’ve spent a lot of time with her.”
“I know that, your roommates.” He grinned at her but Enid thought he just wasn’t quite getting it.
She took a step around the table to stand in front of him, uncaring of the height he had on her. “I’ve spent a lot of time getting to know her and warming up to her. I was here first.”
“Oh.”
“Oh,” Enid mocks. “Oh, is way behind it.”
“Look Enid I-I don’t want to start anything. I don’t like her-“
“Whatever is going on in you! I really don’t care, as long as it doesn’t mess what I’ve started. And believe me, you don’t want to know what I’m capable of when I’m upset.” Enid raised her hand with a dazzling smile on her face. Her claws grew long and sharp.
The boys eyes were wide. He looked from her hand to her face before nodding quickly. “Sorry, sorry.” He shook his head and scattered away clutching onto his tray.
Enid sighed, her shoulders sagging. Her claws shorted to her regular nails again.
“Is that true?” Enid's entire body tensed up at the voice. “You like the freak?”
Enid turned around to be met with none other than the wolves Wednesday had terrified with filling their bags with eyeballs. The main one, the boy, was in front of her yet again.
“Oh this rich,” he laughed with the others. “And you think she could ever like you? Hell, I don’t think she could like anyone. Maybe if your head was on a spike!”
“Shut up.”
“What was that?” The boy snarled with a raised eyebrow. He took a step forward and Enid took a step back. “That’s what I thought.” He looked her up and down with the shake of his head. “You don’t have the luck to get anyone to like you. Soon enough she’ll ask for a roommate exchange or kill you in your sleep.”
Enid's jaw clenched as she stormed past the group of laughing teens. She didn’t need this, she didn’t need him. Wednesday wouldn’t leave- but she almost did, Enid reminded herself.
Wednesday had almost left. And sure, that was the school but she didn’t care about Enid. They had gotten close but holding hands and Wednesday comforting her could only go so far.
But when it came from someone like Wednesday it meant everything, and Enid wanted to scream. She hated boys, she even hated Wednesday for making her feel and do all the things she has done, and most importantly Enid hated herself.
As if she hadn’t known that for awhile now.
Enid got to their room and went straight to Wednesday's bed. The second she hit it her body began to tremble and her lip quivered with each whimper that came from her.
Enid had been pining for Wednesday for way too long, and the mean werewolf boy was probably right. And she absolutely despised that she couldn’t say a single thing about it.
Enid cried herself to sleep, a not so rare occurrence when it came to her.
She woke up to the sound of the cello. It was low, she swore the bed trembled with each sound that roared through the room.
Enid gasped, sitting upright. Her hand clutched her chest and the cello abruptly stopped. Enid turned coming eye to eye with Wednesday who sat in the middle of the room.
“Wednesday!”
“Someone bullied you again.” It wasn’t a question, Enid knew that right away. She watched nervously as the girl side stepped her cello and came to the edge of the bed. “Give me a name.”
“W-What?”
Wednesday sat on the edge of the bed, pulling a knife from god knows where. Had that been in the bed with Enid this whole time? She didn’t know, and she didn’t know if she wanted to know.
“Give me a name.”
“Wednesday no- I-I can’t.” Enid shook her head. “It’s nothing I’m- I’m ok.”
“Your face tells a different story.” Enid sharply inhaled with the tip of the knife pointed towards her cheek. It was gentle, the cool metal running down her cheek, not to hurt her but to wipe at the tears.
“My face is a liar,” she says once the knife is pulled away.
Wednesday raised an eyebrow, Enid wanted to say she was amused but had to be wrong. “Is…”
Enid eyed her as the girl clearly thought about something and struggled with saying it. “What?”
Wednesday laid the knife in her lap holding it carefully. Her thumb rubbed up and down the handle.
“I was thinking while playing the cello. I had come here with the intent to speak with you but then I saw you in my bed-“ Enid blushed at the reminder, “and once I saw your face I…I assumed someone had bullied you again. But, maybe it was something else.“
“What…did you want to talk about?” Enid asked nervously. Wednesday didn’t meet her eyes, which was normal for her but what wasn’t was how she was fiddling with the knife, Enid realized. “Wednesday?”
“Tyler can’t keep secrets.”
If Enid had thought her world had crumbled before, she was so very wrong.
This was it.
Wednesday knew. After all this time Wednesday knew that Enid-
Oh god Enid had feelings for Wednesday and in a matter of minutes everyone knew. Tyler, that stupid werewolf boy and now the god damn girl herself.
“I-I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t?” Wednesday asked, turning towards her. And when those eyes were on her Enid felt so entirely encapsulated in them. “You were jealous, you threatened him. Told him he didn’t know what you could do .”
Enid shook her head rapidly. Her throat was dry, her tongue was heavy in her mouth. “No. I-I didn’t.“
“You showed him your claws,” Wednesday continued. “Tell me, did you picture ripping out his throat? Is that how you would have done it?”
“No I-“
“How upset were you, Enid? You go to find me and instead I leave with him-“
“Wednesday stop!” Enid shot you off the bed. “Fine! Yes! I threatened him because I like you! And he hasn’t done and tried so hard and warmed up to you like I have! He is a stupid, human, boy!”
Enid was heaving. Her hands were clenched by her sides, she could feel a sharp sting in her palms.
Wednesday stood up slowly from the bed, the knife being abandoned on the sheets. “Are you going to make fun of me?” Enid asks.
“No.”
“Then why are you…hurting me like this?” Enid searched her eyes for the truth.
“I wanted the truth. It is not my fault you would not give it to me. As I told you before, I had been thinking while playing the cello.”
Enid was afraid to ask what that meant. So she didn’t, she stayed silent and just stared on. Wednesday raised an eyebrow at her, questioning if this was really where she was going.
“I…I said in the cafeteria I don’t like being touched.” Enid felt vines squeeze her heart. “And I don’t but you draw me in in a way that is mortifying and disobeys everything I’ve said.”
“What do you mean by that?” Enid asks with a cracking voice.
“From the second you pierced my finger with your fang I have been fighting a losing battle. Touching you, it was something I never should have done. I deviated the path we should have had. And the night I allowed you in my bed sealed it.”
“Wednesday, I-I don’t know if I’m understanding correctly.”
“I am the only person who can torture you,” Wednesday says with a step forward. “And you are the only person who can touch me.”
Wednesday was right in front of her now. They could breathe the same air, steps apart from finally touching one another.
And not something simple, not a hand hold, not Wednesday grabbing her face to gawk at her fangs. But something more, something whole, something that would feel like two puzzle pieces finally connecting.
Enid was terrified, but yet the feeling of this terror felt like nothing she’s felt before. It felt…good, exhilarating staring down at Wednesday.
“Wednesday, can I-I hug you?”
Wednesday clasped her hands in front of herself for a second. “I haven’t allowed anyone to hug me since I was a small child.”
Enid cursed, of course, some things were way too far. “Sorry I shouldn’t-“
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Do it.”
Enid stuttered, she abruptly closed her mouth. She reached out and carefully touched Wednesday's arm. Wednesday watched her closely, each move, each step.
And here, right now, was the first time Enid has ever heard Wednesday's heart speed up. It was the first time she heard it stutter, stumble in the normally calm girl's chest.
“It’s ok,” Enid whispered for her but also for herself.
As gently as Enid could she wrapped an arm around Wednesday's waist. Wednesday tensed up, her body was rigid.
Should she pull away? She glanced at Wednesday, who didn’t show anything that told Enid too. Enid took a shuddering breath before pulling Wednesday fully into her arms.
Wednesday gasped.
Enid rested her head on her shoulder, feeling a deep stuttered breath release from the girl.
Wednesday's hands stayed at her sides. Enid squeezed her eyes shut hard, fearing for the worst, the inevitable.
And then, ever so slowly, arms gently wrapped around her waist and pulled Enid much closer. Wednesday's body sagged into her, the rigidness dripping off of her with shuddered breaths that Enid slowly realized might be Wednesday crying.
“Wednesday-“ she tried pulling back, but as soon as she did arms locked tighter.
“No, I’m processing.” Enid stilled. Wednesday's voice was so far from what it normally was.
This was Wednesday vulnerable, open, weak. This was what Wednesday thought was weak and she was sharing it with her . She was letting her see such a starved off part of herself, Enid realized.
“Oh, Wednesday.” Enid cupped the back of her head holding it to her. In the moment she hated her sensitive hearing as she could hear so clearly all the sounds she made.
Enid cried with her. Much more silent and gentle then what Wednesday was going through but it connected them both in a way that could never be undone.
This moment, it meant something so deep it would be branded into both their souls.
“When I was little, my father used to hold me all the time. My mother kissed me before bed and they always told me how much they loved me. I am not this way because something bad happened, I am simply this way because I decided to never allow someone to touch me again.”
Enid held Wednesday even tighter, giving her possibly everything she ever could to make up for everything Wednesdays didn’t have. Because as much as Wednesday might think she didn’t need it, it was clear she was starved for it.
Enid wouldn’t push her, she didn’t, she would never. They stayed, swaying there in the warmth of one another.
Eventually they clambered into Wednesday's bed to sleep for the night. Wednesday laid how she normally did but this time Enid carefully laid her head on her chest. Wednesday's hand was in her hair, slowly brushing through it.
Enid felt more loved then than she has in her entire life. Her parents didn’t compute, they disliked her for so many reasons. The wolves here were so far beyond loving and Yoko was nice but did not love her.
But Wednesday, in her own way, Enid could see something was there. That something deep had to be there for Wednesday to open up like this and it filled her with every drop, taste, ounce of love she had needed her entire life.
And maybe, no not even maybe, that’s all why Enid Sinclair had killed people for Wednesday Addams.
Because she simply could not get enough of her. Because she simply could not live and miss this moment. She could not be without Wednesday, she could not let her leave.
Not the one person who understood her, who dealt with her, loved her with every flaw and insecurity she had. Not the one person who would do anything for her.
Enid would, and did, do anything to keep her around.
bonus Wednesday POV
Wednesday's mind had gone rampant. Finding all the details, hiding the real ones from Tyler so he wouldn’t know.
Like the claw they found. A claw with blue nail polish that had sparkles on it, something that instantly had her suspicions high.
Wednesday knew deep down. The clues were laid out, plain as she could see. The night Wednesday had invited Enid into her bed came to mind.
Enid Sinclair was not crying because she was afraid, she was crying because she was guilty. And that, what Enid had done was not something to be guilty of.
And in the end, when Wednesday knew all, she thinks Enid created the most beautiful symphony that she had the pleasure of being in.
It was the most romantic, terrifyingly horrific thing someone had ever done for her. All because Enid wanted her to stay.
And in that moment, she was more than pleased that Enid took her up on being terrifying again. Wednesday knew that Enid would do it again and again and the only thought that came to mind was that if she was murdered by anyone, she would be more then fine if it was Enid.