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Wednesday sat on the dorm floor. Raw cuts were painted across her skin. The raven haired girl watched the blood bead around each wound. A pleasant sting coursed through her arm as she stood up slowly, surveying her work. Her arms and legs were drowning in a sea of red. This had started to become a nighttime ritual that she had begun. She would sit at the foot of her bed, drowning in her thoughts until it became too much to bear. Eventually she would cave, slipping into the bathroom to relieve herself of her numbness. Sighing, Wednesday used her sweater to clean up the few droplets of blood that had escaped her arm, seeping into the cracks of the hardwood floor. She would wash it later. Despite Thing’s constant berating, Wednesday had refused to ask for help. An Addam did not need help of any sort (and frankly, she found it embarrassing to even entertain the thought of asking).

“No, you don’t understand, Wednesday! You never will; you dont give a shit about me, or anyone else. You just use people, you take and take until they have nothing left to give. You’re a monster. I don’t ever want to see you again. I hate you! How could anyone ever love someone like yourself?” Wednesday watched as her (now ex) girlfriend stormed down the hallway, slamming the door behind her. Her words hung in the air like toxic gas, slowly weighing Wednesday down until she couldn’t breathe any more. Despite everything, she didn’t cry. Wednesday Addams didn’t cry. But what was said that day left permanent scars on her, in more than one way.

A knock.

Pulled from her memories, Wednesday rushed to the bathroom. She had hardly managed to lock the bathroom door before she heard footsteps enter.

“…Wednesday? Are you here?” A wavering voice, one that Wednesday recognized all too well.

“Yes. I am in the bathroom.” Wednesday replied stiffly, desperately patting down her cuts with toilet paper. The dark red seeped into the thin material quickly, veins of colour webbing out along the tissue. She hadn’t expected Enid for another hour. Staring down at her bloodied clothes, she silently cursed to herself. Thinking quickly, Wednesday took a shaky breath. “Could you Thing to bring me a change of clothes? I need to shower.”

“Yeah, sure.” Enid replied. Wednesday waited until she heard her roommates footsteps recede deeper into the dorm.

Cringing a bit, the raven haired girl stared back down at her ruined clothes, and body. At some point or another, she lost the ability to feel the pain as the razor sliced open her skin. Her body was too high on adrenaline. However, coming down from the rush, her arms, and thighs throbbed uncomfortably. Feeling her eyes sting with self-hatred, Wednesday leaned over the sink, hands gripping at the counter. Her knuckles were white, paler than usual. Blood trickled down her forearms and pooled at the bottom of the sink. She took a shaky break. Pathetic. She was pathetic.
Another knock. Hesitating, Wednesday unlocked the door and opened it just a sliver, looking down to see Thing. He tugged her clothes from behind him. Giving him a grateful (albeit a bit embarrassed) nod, she took the clothes and closed the door behind her.
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The shower was nice. The water stung pleasantly on her raw wounds as it softened the dried blood caking her body. She watched the watered down blood spiral down the drain, before heaving an exhausted sigh. Tomorrow would be torture (and not the good kind).
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As predicted, the following day was not pleasant. Her tight clothes itched and pulled at her new scabs uncomfortably. Wincing at every move, Wednesday tried her best to be stiff and still to avoid any rubbing of fabric over her body. Nobody noticed, of course they didn’t. She wasn’t worth their attention anyway. Wednesday had come to expect no less from her friends. This was her burden, not theirs. Even if they had noticed, she would have denied it. She was weak. Wednesday wondered if people could hear her thoughts, drowning her in a whirlwind. Would anyone even care regardless? She was a monster. How could anyone love her? How could anyone care?
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The next time it happened, Wednesday was prepared for her roommate to barge in at any time. Locking herself in the bathroom, the girl examined the dulled blade she had been using for all too long. She sat crouched, at eye level to the top of the sink. Lowering herself until she was fully sitting on the bathroom floor, she took one last shaky breath. This time, she didn’t wait for the adrenaline to hit before taking the blade and swiping it across her pale skin. She watched as a trail of red followed where the razor ran across her forearm. Her thighs. Her stomach. Blood beaded around each slice, beginning to form droplets that ran down her pale skin. Wednesday felt herself relax as she leaned back into the sink, the wood digging uncomfortably into her back. She watched, mesmerized, as shallow streams of red trickled down her body, pooling around her. This is what she deserved. Nothing more, nothing less. Taking only a moment more to admire her work, she felt tiredness cloud her thoughts. Deciding she would deal with the mess later, she allowed herself to drift into a dreamless sleep. The cold bathroom floor gave her little comfort as she curled into herself. And, although she would most certainly deny it, one might have heard the sob racking her body.

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Enid entered her dorm, tossing her jacket on her bed. Peering around curiously, she noticed her roommate was nowhere to be seen.

“Wednesday?”

Silence.

The werewolf sighed. The raven haired girl probably left to hunt down another murderer, and hadn’t bothered to tell her. Tugging off her wool sweater, she flopped onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. At some point, she has dropped her hopes of Wednesday and her actually hanging out. Her roommate was very reserved, and likely didn’t view Enid as a friend anyways. Sighing, she turned to her side and stared at the wall, a blank expression on her face.

A gentle tug on her pant leg startled her from her thoughts.

“Thing?” She peered down to see the disembodied hand tugging at her legs.

‘Wednesday, in the bathroom. She’s hurt.’ Thing signed urgently. A rush of confusion and panic shot through Enid like electricity. She sprinted to the bathroom door, heart racing.

“Wednesday? Are you in there?” After a few moments of silence, she twisted the doorknob. It was locked. Cursing, she unsheathed her claws and sliced at the knob until the rusted metal fell to the floor. Sticking her thin hands through the door, she twisted the lock on the other side and tore the door open. The sight before her brought tears to her eyes. Wednesday lay on the bathroom floor, curled into a ball. Cuts ran down her body, and blood pooled around her. Holding in a sob, Enid rushed forwards and took her pulse. Her heart was beating. Thank goodness. She then scanned her eyes over the smaller girl's body. There were cuts down her thighs, stomach, and forearms. The panicked werewolf shot Thing a questioning glance.

‘She did this to herself. She’s needs you, Enid. I tried to help her but…’ The hand paused, looking guilty. At that, the blonde let a tear trickle down her face as she looked back down at her friend. Carefully, Enid picked up Wednesday’s limp body and hurried her over to her stuffy-filled mattress. Being careful not to irritate any of the smaller girl's wounds, Enid laid her down gently. The blood was no matter; she could wash it off later. Cursing to herself, Enid ordered Thing to get the first aid kit from the bathroom.

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Wednesday opened her eyes slowly, body stinging. She looked around, expecting to see the bathroom the way she had left it. The sight before, however, was not the bathroom. She was nestled between colourful blankets, wounds wrapped expertly with gauze. She was wearing a fluffy, pink pyjama set. Her bloodied clothes were nowhere to be seen. Shit. The raven-haired girl froze, panic and confusion lodging in her throat. Alas, no mystery went unsolved. Enid, the culprit to likely all of this, was standing over Wednesday, brows furrowed with worry.

The freckled girl blinked up drowsily, at a loss for words. The blondes eyes sprung with tears as she tackled Wednesday into a (gentle) hug.

“D-don’t you ever, ever do that to me again, Wednesday. I nearly died of worry.” She sobbed, pulling the smaller girl closer.

Too weak to protest, Wednesday found herself melting into her roommates arms, her heart fluttering. She looped her own, nimble arms around the blonde, tucking her face in the crook of the werewolves neck. Enid took a shaky breath, pulling the smaller girl impossibly closer.
“I’m sorry.” Wednesday whispered quietly, and for the first time since her scorpion died, the gothic girl found herself crying openly.
They fell asleep like that; buried in blankets and a tangle of limbs.