wenclair (Angst+Fluff)

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"You're so selfish Addams!" Enid cried out, anger evident in her voice.
Keeping silent, I glared at her; I didn't want to show any emotions. Even If I did feel slightly guilty, Sinclair didn't have to know that.

Sighing softly, I reply with a monotone voice. "I'm closer to finding out who the monster is Sinclair, there should be no argument with it.'

"But all you care about is that.. stupid monster! You almost got us killed Wednesday! I tried really hard to make our friendship work, okay? But it seems it's never enough for you!" Enid's eyes are lined with tears, which are threatening to spill out. She clenches her fist; her claws come out.

'Interesting' I think. 'I wonder how sharp they are'

Enid interrupts my thoughts with her annoying questions.

"Wednesday, do you not like me?" She mumbles quietly. I thought she would already know the answer to this. It's obvious I don't feel anything towards anyone, not even as a friend.

"No, I don't like you Sinclair." I state coldly.
But something inside me tore apart as I said that. My heart? 'No, because I hate her'

...But that wasn't fully true, was it?

'It is true, why do I question myself? Enid is annoying and joyful all the time. It's honestly disgusting. I would rather lose an arm to the monster than be with her.'

'Losing an arm does sound nice right now'

The tension in the air is dense, you could cut it with a knife. Enid slams the door harshly behind her, the air behind her rests quietly. It's too silent. Only thing could be heard tapping on the wooden floor behind me.

"No thing, I'm not going to apologize. If she won't help me with my investigation, then I don't need her." I snap at thing; he pauses before signing another question.

"You want to leave and stay with Enid?" I ask, my voice still flat. I hesitate before answering. "Very well then. I can do this alone."

Thing scuttles off Infront of the door and faces towards me. "Oh right, the door." I sigh sharply.

Opening the door, I watch my last 'acquaintance' walk out my life. Goody was right, I was destined to be alone. But this time, oddly I feel hurt.

I glance over at Enid's side of the room. Her fairy lights give off a subtle, warm glow. The bright colours pop against the dull wooden floor; her bed sits as the centrepiece, infested with fluff and obnoxious, neon patterns. Like her, the room is cheerful and wild.

Compared to my side, which is dull and ominous. A typewriter sits on my wooden desk, It's my favourite part of the room. Usually, I keep all of the pages next to it in a neat case, in order to keep my story together. I've almost finished it, the first book of viper's adventures. A murderous and dark novel. Unlike Enid, I actually have a hobby. Instead of kicking my feet and giggling mindlessly at a device all day, I do something productive.

I walk down the middle of the split room, looking at the half-coloured window. Sliding down the wall, I comfort myself in a tight position. My legs against my chest; my face buried into the warmth.

'It's quiet without Enid and her irritating queries. Or her mindless ramblings about some boy. Ajax, I think his name is. I'm not too fond of him, he seems... strange. But this isn't about the boy, I know I messed up yesterday. I just didn't want to seem weak by admitting it.'

My breathing becomes shaky. I can't concentrate without Enid here. Though I still hate her of course, it's just...different without her and her obnoxious quirks. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, I know that this is my fault. I deserve to cry; to be in pain, I am a monster, obsessive and cold. Feeling too comfortable to move, I just sit there and wait. I'm not sure what to wait for but it feels better to do so. Maybe I shall wait for death to arrive at my door.

As if something read my mind, Enid came bursting through the door. I don't look up, I won't allow Sinclair to see me like this.

"I'm not here to apologize Addams, I hate you still." Enid growls.

'Hate?' My heart breaks at the thought. 'You're fine Wednesday. You hate her too remember? Get yourself together.'

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I stand to face Enid. She looks upset. But I can't show that I feel guilty. I don't anyway.

"...I hate you too Sinclair." I spat. "Where are you even staying anyway?"

She replies harshly "At Yoko's room, she's a much better roomie than you."

"Don't cry to me when the monster kills one of you. I won't help at all." I raise my voice slightly. 'I shouldn't have said that'.

Apparently that was Enid's last straw. Which, usually I'd be pretty accomplished if I got someone there. But with Sinclair?..

'I still do'

Once again, her claws come out; she looks ready to attack me. 'Fascinating'. I admire her colourful claws, they could tear me apart within seconds. How delightful.
Swiftly she jumps at me, I don't move. In fact I want to see what she can do. Before I know it, blood begins to trickle down my cheek. 'Only a scratch? Can't she do more, or is she weak like everyone else?'

Her eyes widen. "Wednesday... I'm so sorry!" Enid exclaims, worry floods out in her voice.
She begins to back away, regretting what she did.

I groan as I look up at her.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Sinclair whispers.

"Not at all, it's just a scratch Enid. I thought you could do more?" I complain, annoyance in my voice; I furrow my eyebrows. I'm honestly getting impatient with her.

"What?" She queries. Enid stares at me in confusion, her eyes wide and teary. "I-I have to go, Yoko and thing are p-probably wondering where I am."

'How pathetic'

I rub my cheek to clear the blood dripping down. Then, I watch as she runs out with her tail in-between her legs. Not literally of course, she's not at that stage yet. But I feel like she came here to do something, not just scratch me.

Yet, I still shrug it off; I don't think it would've been important. I look over at my clock, it reads '10PM'. Not having anything better to do, I sit on Enid's bed and think about the day I've had. It's alot to process, and for once in my life I'm somewhat scared. I don't want to be alone like Goody said. I don't want to lose Enid. I don't want to lose thing...

I hear a knock at the door.

Not wanting to get up I shout over to whoever is there. "Come in."

The person, enters the room. "Hey Wednesday, is everything okay between you and Enid? I saw her storm out of here. I was going to visit you earlier, but after that I decided to let you cool off a bit." He asks with genuine worry.