Balter | Wednesday X.T

Chapter 3.

Though it was clear, you agreed to go with her. You'd follow her through cemeteries upon cemeteries. Battle any unliving things of nature. You would move hell and earth just for her. She was your rock. Someone you had come to be deadly attached with. She would never leave you here alone, nor will you ever leave her. Both having a mutual agreement of a bond stronger than what they can ever express.

"Meet me at the cafe." Wednesday ordered.

You gave a simple nod following through with the plan.

A blonde haired therapist came out with an unnatural smile. "Y/n Addams," she called out.

You stood slipping your small white bag that had bat wings that laid on your back. You entered the room, giving one lasting look towards your sister and she gave you an emotionless look, a look of 'don't screw up' her version of giving words of encouragement.

You stood still like a stone statue. If only you were indeed turned into such a thing but you highly doubt a gorgon would ever allow themselves to stone someone. "Please sit, Y/n."

Barely did you move. Barely did you say a word to her. If you weren't stoned by a gorgon you'll just have to act stone for the time being. "Don't be afraid of me—" Afraid wasn't a word you would ever use for this situation. Uncomfortable, yes. But never afraid. "—this is a safe space for individuals much like yourself."

You continued standing by the door, never daring to open your lips to even speak the faintest of words. She cleared her throat, keeping her smile on you. "I've come to read notes from your school counselor." She decided to keep the session going, not allowing anything to stop it.

"Have you." Never was said out loud. Only in your thoughts.

"She wrote a lot about your attachment and separation issues." It wasn't shocking when those words left her lips, you expected it almost every single time when speaking to the people like this. "How does it make you feel to be away from your family right now?"

Should you lie? Tell the truth? Saying a lie could end in her learning the truth and that could lead to some problems. Not major ones. Only instead of giving a blunt answer, your lips moved on their own, your mind becoming mindless as the words left your lips like you were reading a script that took you forever to rehearse in your own head, "Where's the restroom?" Avoiding feelings was your go to when speaking to therapists or counselors.

"She also stated about your avoidance—"

"I'm on my period." You interrupted, gesturing to your bag, "Want to see my tampons and pads?"

Her cheeks turn a bright pink as her eyes widen in pure shock at your blunt choice of words. Waving her hand over to the door behind her, she stutters out, "I heavily apologize. Take as much time you need."

You headed to the restroom, closing the door, you locked the door. Pulling your bag in front of you, you grab a hold of the nail file that your sister had given to you and start your work. Picking the window to unlock.

Finally hearing the right click, you pushed it open, escaping to the roof. Once out you shut the window behind you heading towards the edge of the roof your eyes looked around the surrounding. Seeing the car that you've arrived in is still there. You tried your best staying undetected, hosting yourself on a thick pipe, slipping down. Once your feet made contact with the ground you hastily walked over to the two other trucks, looking to see if you had gotten dirt on your uniform.

Accidentally bumping into someone, you place your hand onto their arm for support as to not fall flat on the ground, your eyes clouding like storm clouds losing all colors, visions flashing in your eyes. Much like your polar opposite twin, you too had been given psychic abilities but you weren't aggressively thrown upwards to stare at the blue sky. Yours were different. Instead of what Wednesday experienced your visions appeared with either white clouds showing that you were witnessing the past or storm clouds for the future.