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Nevermore.
There was a strange feeling inside her as she contemplated the entrance sign while their car passed through the imposing gates. The name staring back at her imposingly.
Months prior, and she’d been the most annoyed at the very thought of the school, disgusted with the imagery of setting foot on the same place the terrible feeling of love had gotten a hold of her parents. Disgusted at the idea of this being her parent’s achievement at finally running out of schools to suggest outside of their very own, something they’d wanted to do from the very beginning, but didn’t due to her visceral rejection of anything… them. That’s how she’d felt the first time they crossed those gates. Tortured, and not the good kind.
She expected something similar this time.
Yet what graced her went so much farther than the simplicity of a teenager’s disgust. The closing off of her throat, the spiking up of every single hair that dared grow on her body, the sharp pain on the left side of her torso that almost had her gasping.
Her body jerked slightly, the want to rest her hands on a phantom would overwhelmingly strong, but she refused to relent. She was Wednesday Addams, and she refused to let something as exciting as her almost death be the cause for the not so fun type of mental torture.
“…Querida?” Her mother’s soft tone was barely audible in between the loud and oblivious conversation taking place within the car between the two male Addams, something along the lines of excitement at the prospect of Pugsley eventually attending the academy. She almost shivered at the thought of her little brother attending the same school as her, be it in disgust or… something she refused to address, she did not know.
Another moment passes before she decides it would be best to dignify her mother with an answer, Morticia’s hand hovering just milimetres shy of her arm, lines of clear concern written all over her face. Of course she’d be the one to notice. It left Wednesday unsettled, incapable of deciding if the disgust she now felt came from the actions of her mother or from herself, for being so blatantly obvious to get caught.
“Mother.” Her tone was dismissive, cold and monotone, but it lacked it’s usual bite. “We’ve arrived.” She points out, averting her mothers gaze once more to stare at the academy as the car came to a stop, quietly thanking that the distance in between the entrance gates and the school was so short. She couldn’t stare at Morticia’s concerned eyes for too long, least it made her feel something.
She’s the first out of the car, a reply from her mother falling on deaf ears as she moves as quickly as possible outside of that conversation, physically and mentally. She realizes her mistake as her still unfocused eyes now find themselves on the new principal at the entrance of the school, a bright smile adorning their features as they invite the few brave enough to return into the campus.
The sight made her twist her features into an even deeper of a scowl than previously, disgust no longer being enough of a negative emotion to truly tackle what persistent emotion insisted on getting hold of her at the moment. The principal smiled too brightly, talked too loudly, moved too fast, didn’t look pristine enough. Every single aspect about them making her distraught the more she observed, the more she noticed… That they weren’t Weems.
Weems. Weems that refused to let her escape. Weems that covered up a murder. Weems that did not believe in her investigation. Weems that had made her life hell.
Weems, that died for Nevermore right before her eyes.
Her hand shots up for the place Thornhill had hit her before she can consciously keep it down, the phantom ache back with full force. Her peripheral catches sight of the approach of her mother, that terribly pitying look of concern still in place as she leaves their car, her whole train of thought having lasted mere seconds, not enough for Morticia to even fully stand.
She needs a way to escape, has to. Both from her mother and the pitiful feelings taking root inside her, disgusting her little black heart as it twists and turns with memories that should bring her nothing short of enjoyment. Chaos, calamity, death, these were all good things, weren’t they?
The spinning of uncontrolled thoughts ceases as a hand clasps at the one still resting on her face, and she freezes both as she realizes the stupid mistake of not moving within her stupor and at the unknown touch.
Jerking her body violently away, she starts to plot the murder of whoever had been stupid enough to touch her when pitch black eyes find peace within the soft blue that stares back at her, hand still holding on to her own besides her reaction.
“Howdy, roomie?”
Her worries all but vanish in a single heartbeat, and she has to consciously keep the corners of her mouth from stubborning turning upwards. “Terrible. The extended break left me with no interesting activities other than the burial of Pugsley and the incessant emotional show from my parents. Repeatedly.”
Enid laughs out loud, a smile tugging at her soft features. “I missed you too.”
Maybe her return to Nevermore wouldn’t be too disgusting, after all.