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(Third persons POV)

Everyone stared as a Gothic family walked through the long halls of Nevermore Acadamy. They all held perfect posture, ignoring stares from students. One of them stood out against the family.

The girl had perfect raven black hair, neatly tied into symmetrical braids. She had an empty expression on her face, refusing any emotion to express itself. The girl wore white gloves, neatly held infront of her. It seemed as if she didn't walk but glided through the halls.

Many students gawked at the ravens beauty, but she had glared at them all throwing them in their place.

She commanded respect.

The Gothic family entered the Headmistress' office, leaving behind whispering teenagers in shock.

"I thank you dearly Larrissa, you have no idea how much this means." Morticia said, she sat next to her husband with Wednesday behind them both.

"Well, we usually don't accept students this late during the term, but considering her perfect grades, we had made an exception." Principal Weems said. "What of the u-uh..m therapy sessions?" Gomez asked with slight hesitation, wary of his child's ire.

"There is a therapist in Jericho that Nevermore has a relationship with, plenty of students find her wonderful." Principal Weems answered. The married coupled sighed in relief.

Gomez trailed his fingers up his wifes arm, his heart shaped eyes admiring her unbeatable beauty.

"How about we go meet your roomate?" Principal Weems said, she got up from her chair and led the family to Ophelia Hall.

The walk consisted of many students stopping and watching in amazement as the family was being led by the Headmistress. "If you don't mind me asking, why does Wednesday wear those gloves? It's pure white stands out against your.. prefered attire." Weems questioned, Wednesday shot her a glare.

"Ah, my little storm cloud is quite a special psychic!" Gomez exclaimed, "She is a rare case of psychic." Morticia said. "Well i'd love to be enlightened!" Weems said quite curious.

Wednesday's eyes rolled and she interrupted the three "Pyrokinesis." Weems turned to face her,. "Pardon?" Principal Weems asked. Wednesday held back an eye roll, she spoke as clear as day. "Pyrokinesis, the ability to control fire with your mind. Is that good enough? Or are you too incompetentto comprehend such thing?" There was an awkward moment.

"Thats why she wears the gloves, it.. helps." Gomez told Weems who nodded, dumbfounded.

The four of them arrived at Ophelia Hall where Wednesday will meet her roomate, Principal Weems unlocked the door, opening it wide for everyone to enter. As soon as the door was opened they were welcomed with a blonde girl with dyed tips, she had on the indigo coloured nevermore uniform and was dancing about, the tall girl had no idea others had entered.

Weems cleared her throat catching the attention of the blonde, as she whipped her head around cracking it abit with how fast she turned. "AH!!" The girl screamed, Wednesday winced slightly at the loud volume before maintaining her emotionless face. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" She apologised rubbing the back of her neck.

"Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair." Weems introduced. "Are you okay? You look a little... pale." Before Wednesday could answer, Gomez interrupted, "Wednesday always looks half-dead." He informed Enid.

"Oh.. well- Welcome to Ophelia Hall!" The girl squealed going to hug Wednesday, she stepped back avoiding the hug. "Not a hugger, got it!" She winked. "Enid, why don't you give Wednesday a tour around Nevermore?" Weems asked Enid, Enid nodded quickly.

Wednesday turned to her parents and glared at them, she then shoved passed them and started walking ahead, Enid following behind her, skipping through the halls.

"So, what outcast are you?" Enid asked whilst she toured Wednesday around. "Thats on a need to know basis. Not to be discussed during a poorly thought sales pitch." Wednesday replied coldly. "I don't plan on staying long." Before Enid could continue Wednesday interrupted her, "fine, but if you're going to keep this up then you might as well clear up some rumours." Wednesday raised an eyebrow for her to continue. "Word around says you killed a kid at your old school and your parents payed money to get you out of trouble." Wednesday plainly followed the blonde before answering. "Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting?" Her sarcasm was similar to her normal tone. Though whose to say she's being sarcastic? The raven continued on, walking outside. Enid looked disturbed before rushing to catch up, she needed to finish the tour after all. "This is the quad." "It's a pentagon." Wednesday stated, leaning against a pillar. This time Enid had a swift reply. "The snarky goth attitude might’ve worked in mormie schools but its different here." Enid smiled.

"There are four main types of outcasts, Furs, Fangs, Scales, and Stoners. The fangs are the Vampires," Enid pointed to a table that was occupied buy a small group of vampires, "Those furballs over there causing a ruckas are the Furs, aka- Werewolves, like me!" Enid said cheerfully as the table howled. "Let me guess, Scales are Sirens?" Wednesday asked. "you catch on quic-" once again, Enid was interrupted.

"Yo Enid! I just learned some dirt on your new roomate, she's a pyromaniac! Totally burnt down her last school for fun. I'd watch your back" A teenage boy said, oblivious to his surroundings. Wednesday moved from her leaning position as Enid moved out the way. "Quite the contrary, I don't burn down buildings without reason." Wednesday told the boy who went pale.

"Ajax, this is my new roomate Wednesday." Enid tried to stop any murder. The boy named Ajax seemed to have blood flowing again as he gained the courage to say "woahh she's in black and white" Wednesday expected an insult to follow. "Like a living Instagram filter." Ajax was staring at Wednesday. She could admit that one was new. which she did not like. Enid pushed him away, into the opening in the quad. "Sorry about him, he's cute but an idiot. Gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned." Enid apologised.

"Now, where were we?" Enid asked.

(Later that Evening)

Wednesday was writing in the new room that was her dorm, she had decorated her side with her cello in the corner, next to it was her desk that held her written pages of her novel. Her bed had plaim black sheets. She had a weapon display hanging above her bed on the wall. And on a bookshelf ws a small row of records. Despite her old lifestyle she did enjoy some Rolling Stones.

Wednesday lays on her bed reading Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. Her Idol and Rival. She could hear her roomates steps in the hall. Said roomate stepped in just as she turned the page.

"Hey roomie!!!" Enid walked in and gawked at the sight if Wednesday's newly decorated room, while her side looked like a rainbow vomited everywhere, Wednesday's side looked like perfect Gothic and musician style decor.

"You done staring?" Wednesday questioned, Enid was about to respond before something caught her attention, Wednesday's bedframe had a small flag hanging. The Gothic girl turned to wear the girl was looking and saw the flag. "If me being non-binary disgusts you, I will skin you and sell your hide to the blackmarket. Though im sure the buyer wouldn'twant your flees.." Wednesday glared at Enid.

She put her hands up in defence, "nah don't worry! I'm pansexual, my friends call me queer puppy!" She laughed and put her hands down. Wednesday couldn't care less what the fleabags friends call her. "Seems you shall live another day" Wednesday said in a monotone voice.

Enid noticed that Wednesday was wearing the same white fabric gloves from earlier, "Why are you wearing the same gloves from earlier?" Enid asked, the lifting brightness the raven had in her eyes disappeared as she looked at the gloves.

"I knew Weems was incompetent but to this level?." Wednesday said more to herself. "what?" Enid asked confused. "I'm a type of psychic, I need these gloves to keep control." Wednesday answered, she closed her book and left it on her desk.

"What type of psychic?" Enid asked, they knew this question would come up, she was trying to prepare for it, but it still makes her uncomfortable. "Pyrokinesis." Wednesday said, loud enough for Enid to hear. "Pyro-kin-wha??" Enid felt dumb for not knowing but Wednesday just turned her light off and went to sleep.

(Enid's POV)
'Wednesday went to sleep before she even answered what pyro-whatever it is, I guess I'll look it up.' I thought as I went to my laptop.

I looked up what Pyrokinesis is, 'Jeez that's a long word.' I thought.

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Chapter Text

(Wednesday's POV:)

I was sitting in botany class, yes, the girl with Pyrokinesis likes plants, ironic right? A tall siren sat next to me during class, I recognised her as the 'Queen Bee' of the school.

I waved my hand as a hello, "Prepared to get dirty already? I'm pretty sure we aren't playing with dirt today." Bianca said, my face remained impassive but my head tilted to the side ever so slightly.

"I wear these regardless." I turn my head to the door as my Dorm mother and Botany Teacher enters the class room. She gave me an odd look, but couldn't ask questions.

I could feel Bianca's eyes on me before paying attention to Miss Thornhill.

"Now who could tell me the name of this beauty?" Me and Bianca raised our hand, "Wednesday!" Thornhill called on me and I answered. I felt Bianca's annoyed look but I ignored it.

"Bit odd that you are interested in botany isn't it Wednesday?" Thornhill said, the class looked towards me, imbeciles who ate drama like hyenas. "Ironic, isn't it?" Ms. Thornhill continued her lesson from then.

I pull my gloves up more while my ears felt assaulted from the school bell.

(Third Persons POV)

Wednesday arrived to her next class early, taking a free seat at the very back.

She was tall so she could see all from back there. As they waited for the teacher to arrive, another student sat next to her, 'another siren? It appears I'm fish bait to them.' Wednesday thought.

"Hi! I'm Divina, you must be the new student." The girl named Divina started talking to Wednesday.

(Wednesday's POV)

I nodded my head, making sure my gloves were on. Divina seemed to take notice as she asked "What are the gloves for? Its just history?"

'The dreadful question that seems to follow me.' I thought, "What are the questions for? Starved for new flesh you make sad and pathetic attempts at connection?" My voice was cold and defensive.

"Sorry-" The siren said. "My bad." She added. The teacher entered the class and immediately started the class. I sigh as I realised I already know this.

The siren looked at me confused. I was tapping the desk with my index finger, repeating what the professor was talking about in Morse Code.

I was matching the speed of the talking, possibly going faster. Then, suddenly there was another tapping, 'Know it already?' I looked over to the siren in slight surprise.

'Yes.' I tapped out. She nodded in seemingly understanding. 'Divina. '

'Wednesday.'

We started having a quiet conversation in Morse Code, I found that not all of the students are incredibly stupid.

just most of them./p>

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(At lunch)

All the food there wasn't too appealing, I grabbed an apple and sat underneath a tree, away from the loud sounds of chattering the large crowd of students made.

It was quiet enough for me to focus. 'Might aswell try my luck..'I thought as I pulled off one of my pale white gloves.

I breathed in and out slowly, lighting a small spark of flame in my hand. The tiny flame sways with the wind. I was starting to relax as I felt I had control over the tiny flame.

The flame eventually died down to flickering sparks and was put out. I put the glove back on, and leaned back on the tree.

(Earlier- Bianca's POV)

I sit next to the tall, raven-haired girl. She seemed to compete with my height, she wore a gray and black uniform instead of the usual indigo and black, with pure white gloves covering her hands.

"Prepared to get dirty already? I'm pretty sure we aren't playing with dirt today." I said, the girl seemed to become nervous before quietly answering "i wear these regardless."

'Thats... weird?'I thought, I was about to ask what she meant before Ms. Thornhill said, "Bit odd that you are interested in botany isn't it Wednesday?"

The girl, that was apparently named Wednesday, seemed to look uncomfortable, "ironic, isn't it?" She replied, an undertone in her voice that I could tell was discomfort.

After class ended the girl wasout of the class before anyone even git their items gathered. Shame, I wanted to converse with her.

Wednesday had quite a lot of knowledge about plants, she ran away before I could ask her about studying together.

(At lunch)

I tried looking for Wednesday again, 'god, I must seem weird for looking for the new kid, what has gotten into me?'I thought while looking.

I saw a small orange light behind a large tree, my curiosity took over and I was treading over.

The light disappeared before I could find where it came from. All that sat behind the tree was the girl I was looking for.

"Hi!" I said, a little confused what was happening.

Wednesday seemed a little startled as she flinched slightly, it was barely noticeable, but it was there. I think.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." I said sheepishly, 'God why am I so nervous?' I thought, turning my attention back on Wednesday.

"you didn't." she said. "good," 'I really don't understand why I'm so relieved.' "Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to study together? You knew quite a lot of stuff in class." I said.

She was quiet for a second before responding with, "Alright, where and when would you like to study?" I smiled brightly. "Are Saturdays at 10 am alright?" I asked.

She nodded, "That seems adequate, I will see you later today Bianca. Have a dreadful lunch." She said, collecting her things and walking off.

Then it dawned on me... 'oh my God.. Sinclair has infected me with her happiness..' I shrugged it off and walked away.

Chapter Text

The car ride to Jericho was beyond awkward, uncomfortable silence as Weems attempt at small talk.

Though, Wednesday ignored the pathetic actions. "You'll love Dr. Kinbott, many students believe she is the best in Jericho." Weems said.

Wednesday didn't even try to stop herself from the eye roll. Weems sighs as she gives up.

The ravenette was still simmering in anger when she found thing spying on her.

Flashback

Wednesday was writing on her type writer, listening to music.

"Llorona, tú eres mi chunca"

When her attention was caught by her bed squeaking.

"Ay de mí, Llorona"

Her head slowly turned.

"Llorona, Tú eres mi chuncha..."

Wednesday silently walked towards her checkered, neutral dyed sheets, grabbing the quilt and tossing it over the end.

Revealing a stitched hand thay was known as Thing. "I knew it!" She said. "Hello Thing."

The hand tried running beneath the covers that still donned the mattress but was quickly snatched up by Wednesday.

"Did you think my highly trained olfactory sense wouldn't pick up on the faint whiff of neroli and bergamot in your favourite hand lotion?" Her voice picked up in volume slightly. The hand struggled I'm her grip. "I could do this all day."

Wednesday slammed him down on her desk. "Surrender?" The hand tapped out excessively before being let go.

Thing recovered as Wednesday continued. "Mother and Father sent you to spy on me, didn't they?" He signs his denies. "I'm not above burning a few fingers." Her hand rested on top of each other, fiddling with the white glove. "The fact they sent you here in the first place proved how much they trust me." More signs came as a response. "Oh, Thing, you poor naive appendage, they don't care about me, they just don't want me burning the school down."

"The way I see it, you have two options." Wednesday ripped open her desk drawer and grabbed Thing, hovering him above the dark drawer. "I lock you on here for the rest of the semester, and you go slowly insane trying to claw your way out," Things nails claw at the top of the desk, "ruining your nails and your smooth, supple skin. And we both know how vain you are. Option 2." She lifted him back on the desk and closed the drawer. "You pledge your undying loyalty to me."

Thing slowly did his best bow as his acceptance.

Flashback end

They arrived at the therapists building, Wednesday could easily find 10 different escape routes.

"Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her." Headmistress Weems gave Wednesday a smile.

The ravenette looked at the English woman. "And you'll be waiting here until I'm done?"

"Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for a hot chocolate." The woman tried offering a treat like she was a dog.

"Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you." Wednesday opened the car door to get out. "And chauffeuring your students around is clearly below your pay grade."

Wednesday slammed the door shut before Weems could speak.

She had plans on bypassing any questions or digging the therapist attempts. She didn't need her principal to butt into that.

However her plans soon get run over. By a semi-truck.

"Wednesday? Come in." A silver-blonde haired women said. "My name is Dr. Kinbott, I'm the local therapist." She said with a smile.

Wednesday just stared at her with their usual blank face, "Lets start shall we?" Dr. Kinbott said.

They begin walking into the room filled with cream coloured everything and plants that looked out of place. "I read the notes from your school counselor."

"Mrs. Bronstein. She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical." Wednesday remembered her. The lady took of her gloves without permission and now her couch is no more.

Dr. Kinbott gestured to the couch chair. "Go ahead and take a seat." Once they sat down, the therapy began. "How did you feel about that?"

"Vindicated." Wednesday replied dully. "But someone who crotchets for a hobby shouldn't be so easily bothered." Mrs. Bronstein's couch was never the same.

Kinbott seemed a little confused. "Bothered? I hope we can forge a relationship based on trust and mutual respect."

Wednesday exhaled in a way that could be perceived as a scoff.

"This is a safe space, Wednesday. A sanctuary where we can discuss anything. What you're thinking, feeling, your views on the world, personal philosophy."

Wednesday had a feeling this was going to get personal quick. "That's easy. I think that this is a waste of time. I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed."

"So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother, your response is to burn the school down."

The ravenette sighed internally. "You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight. Unless it's concealed."

Kinbott did not know the saying. "The point is, you committed a crime that led multiple victims to get hurt and showed no remorse for your actions. That's why you're here."

Wednesday's eyebrows furrowed a twitch more. She was a bit busy dragging the younger kids out to 'show remorse'.

"The worst thing that happened was scarring on the face. I did the world a favor. People like Dalton shouldn't get any chance to procreate." Wednesday was getting tired. "I've answered all your questions."

The girl stood up before Kinbott stopped her. "We're not done yet." She gave the teen a tight smile that was supposed to look kind as Wednesday slowly sat back down. Never taking off her backpack. "Therapy is a valuable tool to help understand yourself. It can teach you new ways to deal with your emotions. It can also help you build a life that you want."

"I know the life I want." It involved leaving everything behind.

"Tell me about it." Wednesday didn't. "Everything said in these sessions is strictly confidential."

The teenager couldn't hold an unimpressed tilt of her head.

Dr. Kinbott leaned forward. "Do your plans involve becoming an author? I understand you've written three novels about a teen girl detective, Viper De La Muerte." Kinbott smiled too widely. Victorious adjacent. "Can you tell me about her?"

Wednesday really didn't want to. "Viper is smart, perceptive, and chronically misunderstood." They answered. Short and quick. Dr. Kinbott nodded.

"Any luck getting your work published?"

"Editors are short-sighted, fear-based life forms. One once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggestedi seek psychiatric help." She remembered the concern over the vividly descriptive burnt skin. Kinbott hummed. "Ironic, isn't it?"

There was a heartbeat long pause. "How did you take that?"

Wednesday tilted her head. "I sent her my gratitude." She thought how she made her writing even more morbid and descriptive. Blood splatters on the pages too. "I've always been open to constructive criticism."

"I'm glad to hear that. Because I was sent the manuscripts as part of your psych evaluation. The relationships I found most intriguing was that of Viper and her parents, Dominica and Herris. Why don't we dig into that?" Wednesday didn't respond. "Would you mind telling me why Viper no longer associate's with them?" Dr. Kinbott had a victorious glint in her eyes.

Wednesday had a duty to stomp on her short lived pride. "You'll have to buy the next book."

"I don't mind spoilers." She shot back. The two looked at each other in challenge. Dr. Kinbott has experience with stubborn clients, and Wednesday is a case she'll be ecstatic to crack. "Wednesday, part of this journey requires us going to uncomfortable places emotionally."

"I don't travel well." There was a tense silence for a few moments before Wednesday spike again. "Would you mind if I use the powder room first?"

Kinbott gestured to the bathroom door. Wednesday stood up and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Her eyes locked onto the window and she made quick steps over, however her bag knocked a candle onto the floor. "Wednesday? Is everything okay?" A silence. "You can't hide for the rest of the session."

"I'm all right. Just preparing myself for our uncomfortable journey." Wednesday lifted her arm up towards her shoulder, speaking again but this time quieter. "Nail file."

A disembodied hand comes out of the backpack they wore, handing her a nail file. She picked the window locked and climbed onto the roof.

Aftwr a quick look around she deciding sliding down one of the outer water pipes and she landed on the ground and fled. Speed walking away from the building.

She walked into the crowd hoping lose visibility, but had bumped into a farmer. "Who let you out? You goddamn weirdo." The ravenette could feel sparks of fire warnjng her hands. Wednesday turned to see the Headmistress' vehicle still in view so she fled.

Wednesday saw the cafe Weems was talking about earlier. The Weathervane. It seems to be struggling as the espresso machine coughed out steam. The Barista tried working through it but it didn't work, evident by another spout of steam.

The Addams took this as her opening and waited.

"Holy crap!" The curly haired Barista flinched out of his skin. "Do you make a habit of scaring the hell out of people?"

Wednesday knew the employee wrecked the machine even more as it kept pouring steam. "It's more of a consistent coincidence."

"You go to Nevermore." He observed. "Didn't realise they changed up the uniform."

She internally rolled her eyes. "I need a quad over ice. It's an emergency." Emergency caffeine intake. The boy was quiet for a moment. Wednesday took that as incompetence. "It's four shots of espresso."

"Yeah, I... I know what a quad is, but, spoiler alert, the espresso machine's having a seizure, so all we have is drip."

He gestured to the man currently pouring himself drip. "And this temperamental beast only has Italian instructions."

This was not her day. The ravenette snatched the machine instructions out of the Barista's hand. "I need a tri-wing screwdriver and a four-millimeter Allen wrench."

"Wait, you read Italian?" He seemed impressed.

Wednesday could care less. "Of course. It's the native tongue of Machiavelli. Here the deal. I'm going to fix your coffee machine, then you're going to make my coffee free of charge."

The boy just nodded dumbly.

"You have a valve issue. I've seen it before."

He wanted small talk. "Where? You have one of these monsters at home?"

The steam disepates when she fixed the issue. "Wow. Thanks. I never met a Nevermore kid who got their hands dirty. I'm Tyler, by the way. I didn't catch your name, or is that a question you'll ignore aswell?"

She walked to a booth.

Wednesday got her quad and was left to her own thoughts. The ravenette saw the small rips in her gloves. Sliding down that pipe rubbed holes in them.

She didn't have time to pull out the spares she carries before a group of boys dressed in ridiculous clothing were blocking her in.

One of the boys slammed their hand on the booths table, Wednesday looked at from their hands and glared at the boys.

"Why are you dressed like religious fanatics?" Wednesday said, "I have my fair share of weird fashion, but you? You take the cake." She said.

"We're pilgrims."

Wednesday scoffed internally. "Potato, pot-ah-to."

"We work at Pilgrim world." One of them pushed a pamphlet towards Wednesday. "Heard of it?" He asked.

"It takes a speciel kind lf of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide." Wednesday muttered.

"My father runs Pilgrim World. Who are you calling stupid?" He said angrily.

"If the buckled shoe fits." She said, hoping for a reaction. She easily got one.

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The Sheriff came in before they could actually cause any trouble, yelling at the boys before one threw a punch. They ran off after some scolding and the threat of calling their parents.

Thats when Weems showed up. Pushing through the boys that were quick to leave.

"Apologies Sheriff. This one slipped away from me. Come on, Miss Addams, time to go." Weems spoke in an awfully nice tone.

Wednesday walked to the Headmistress' side.

"Wait a minute, hang on." She turned. "You're an Addams? Don't tell me Gomez Addams is your father?" A subtle nod. "That man belongs behind bars for murder."

Now isn't that a surprise.

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Wednesday listened to Weems rant about their behaviour, which she couldn't care less about. They drove past a crashed truck surrounded by police and ambulance trucks.

"I hope the driver is okay..." Weems said.

Wednesday had a feeling he wasn't.

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Wednesday arrived at a empty dorm room, they let out a relieved sigh, really not wanting to converse with anyone.

They got changed into baggy sweatpants and a band shirt, she was about to put on their hoody before she saw her large burn scar in the mirror.

She walked closer to the mirror, hoody long forgotten as they became lost in the woods of her mind.

The burn that colours part of her lower neck and collarbone. The pains it brought, the trauma it carries.

Sometimes the phantom pains hurt so much it feels like she's experiencing it all over again.

The screams... the blood curdling screams of agony and pain... the burning tears running down her face... the horrid realisation..

The moment her powers came in, was the moment they would cry themselves to sleep. As she would never feel the comfort of a hug again, not if they could help it..

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Wednesday's room had smoke all around her, she cried in fear and pain.. her lower neck and collarbone had her nerves screaming, the scarred and burnt skin making itself known.

The last thing she saw as their room burned, was her parents desperate look when they finally broke the door.

She woke up in the hospital, her parents had small burns on their arms, where they sit next to her hospital bed.

She felt immediate guilt as they reach out for her, she couldn't let them get hurt because of her again. She avoided the touch, hissing in pain as she remembers the burn.

Ever since that day, she refused to touch her ever loving parents, not a hug, not a hand, nothing.

She starved herself off of the comforting affections her parents gave her. They had hoped once she had gotten her gloves she would return to being their little girl.

But she never did. She never trusted her powers. She feared she would harm them once more, the fear doubled when her little brother joined the family.

At the young age of 6. She had learned to survive off both affection, and emotions. Residing herself to the emotionless, unknowingly touch-starved psychic.

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Chapter Text

A small, raven haired girl sits in her room, she is surrounded by decapitated dolls. She wears a bright, dimpled smile of pure innocence.

She giggles to herself as she plays, not taking any note of the sparks flying out of her hand.

A small flame lights when the sparks hit the dry wooden floors, the room fills with smoke as the flame grows bigger and bigger, until it surrounds the walls, encasing a small Wednesday inside.

The panic sets in, more flames burst out of her hands, and she screams in pain, when her hands burn. A small chunk of fire lands on her neck and shoulder, burning it to a crisp.

Banging could be heard from outside her room. "MAMA!!" She cries, the flames grow larger at her fear and distress.

She starts coughing when the smoke reaches her lungs, and she collapses to the floor, gasping for air.

The door suddenly bursts open and the girls parents rush in, she cries and screams louder, the flames around her grows, trapping the girl inside.

Gomez jumps through the fire to grab his beloved daughter, his pants burn, exposing his already burned legs.

Morticia grabs the girl from Gomez, the fire burning her delicate hands. The Addams quickly escape the room, leaving Lurch to stop the fire.

Morticia holds the unconscious girl, running towards the car to get to the hospital. Gomez starts driving, speeding past many cars.

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The bright lights blind the small child when she opens her eyes, as soon as she gains conciousness, pain shoots through her body. She shuts her eyes, hissing in pain.

She hears shuffling and quiet murmurs, "Wednesday?" One of the voices says, "My little storm cloud? Are you awake?" Another, deeper, voice says.

She recognises them as the voices of her parents, she opens her eyes once again, meeting her parents relieved faces.

Her parents sit back down when Wednesday sits up, her parents hold each others hands, giving a clear view of Morticia's bandages, wrapping her hands and wrists.

She gazes down seeing the large bandaged legs, that belong to her father, "What happened?" She asked quietly.

"Your powers came in my death trap." Gomez told her, this confused Wednesday, she's from a family of psychic's with vision's, not fire.

Her confused expression said the words for her as Morticia answered her questions. "You're a special kind of psychic, my viper." She said, Wednesday looked at her face.

"A Pyrokinesis to be exact, we haven't had one of those in our family for centuries." Morticia said, answering more of Wednesday's silent questions.

The realisation hit her, the moment everything changed. "I-i...did that?..." Wednesday asked, hope-no.. praying.. that it wasn't true..

"Yes my dear." Morticia smiled, both her parents looked so proud. 'I did that?... i-i hurt mama and papa?....' was all she could think of.

'Why do they look so... proud? I caused them pain!' Wednesday looked horrified, when her parents reached out, she flinched away.

"Wednesday?" Gomez asked, worried. "I-i hurt you..." her breathing picked up, she felt sick to her stomach.

Then something snapped, the small girl suddenly just... stopped, the sparkle in her eyes faded when she looked at the injuries on her parents.

She felt something crack in her chest, 'its all my fault!' She thought. "Its my fault! It's all my fault!" She kept repeating quietly.

Her ever loving parents looked at each other worried, burning tears trailed down her face when she speaks again, "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!!" She cries.

Her parents try calm her down, but she flinches away from every touch.

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When they arrived back at the mansion, discharged from the hospital, Wednesday's spark has faded. She held the scars from that woeful night.

Her parents, her ever loving and supporting parents, hold scars caused by her.

She entered her destroyed room, she just sat on the burnt wood staring. She did this.

Something she couldn't ever forgive herself for, the pain she had caused, she realised something in that moment, where ever power was, destruction followed. She doesn't want power, nor does she want to hurt people.

'If my power is made to hurt others, I just won't come in contact with them anymore.' She decided then and there, she would no longer crave her parents affection, she would no longer cry, useless tears, no longer smile, exposing her happiness to the world. The happiness she didn't deserve.

Before Pugsley, Wednesday was the soft one, never wanting to cause pain to others, loving the affection her parents gave her. She couldn't have that anymore, she wouldn't allow it.

Every morning before breakfast, she would stare at herself through the mirror, repeating to herself: "You are a monster, that doesn't deserve the happiness and the great life you have, be useful for one thing and BE PERFECT. Get. One. Thing. Right."

Her daily words destroyed her mental health, describing herself as a disappointment to the family.

The day she came out as Non-binary was the day she lost any self worth value of herself. Not to anyone, no, themselves, no longer was she worth anything.

She grew cold, learned to hate the things she loved. Feelings? What are those? Emotions? Don't have 'em. Touch? Never in a million centuries.

She was now, Wednesday Friday Addams, the Emotionless, cold, --disappointment-- teenager.

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(Present: Enid's POV)

After a long day of school, I finally make it to the dorm. I sigh relieved, 'Time for the biggest nap of my life.' I thought yawning.

I open the door and find my new roommate staring at themselves in the mirror, but something else catches my eye.

My eyes widened at the sight of large burn marks on Wednesday's pale skin. She looks lost in their mind, I knocked loudly before entering the room fully.

That seemed to waken Wednesday from her thoughts, as she pulls on her hoody immediately.

"Hey roomie!!" I greeted excitedly. They nod their head as a greeting before laying on her bed and reading.

I get changed and go under the covers, 'Those scars.. they looked horrible, they must've been there for years..' I thought, my mind dropped the idea of sleeping immediately.

'I wonder what happened..' I thought, my mind stuck on the scars on Wednesday's arms and lower neck and collarbone.

"You saw them.. didn't you?" I snapped back into reality, hearing Wednesday's question. "Yeah... sorry." I said. "It's fine.. Everyone should know their roommates a freak.." Wednesday said the last bit so quiet i could barely hear.

"Can I.. see them?" I ask, I could see them visibly tense at my question. She sighs, "Don't judge them.." she says sternly, walking over to me.

"Thank you!" I say, sitting at my beds edge, Wednesday sits in front of me without her hoody, leaving some of her scars barely hidden under the shirt.

I look at the scar on her lower neck and collarbone, I feel the burnt tissue. Even as a scar, her skin is wonderful.

"I won't ask what happened.. whatever went down was bad from what I can tell.." I said, assuring them.

I feel her lean into my touch slightly, I smile brightly at that. She leans on my leg, and soon enough, I could hear her small even breaths, as she fell asleep.

My heart swelling at the sight, I picked them up bridal style, I carried them to her bed, and layed them down.

I pulled covers over her and I went to my own bed, I smile to myself and fall asleep.

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Chapter Text

Rumours spread faster than wild fire around school, a young psychic by the name 'Zadi' witnessed a murder.

She doesn't say much, just that she and Rowan, were in the woods, and suddenly a huge monster gutted the poor boy.

Of course, Wednesday couldn't care less about rumours, solid proof, is what she does care about.

She already knows what Zadi says is true. Wednesday went into the forest before the rumours spread. She found the corpse of one Rowan Laslow.

'A corpse.. lovely.' Wednesday thought, walking away. Then, she heard all about the attention seeking psychic.

During the day, Wednesday could feel a pair of eyes following them. ALL. DAY. LONG. It was exhausting.

Wednesday has been here for a week and she already has a stalker. 'For the love of Lucifer.. What a pathetic attempt at stalking.' Wednesday thought, dragging her stalker into an empty room.

She holds a dagger at the figures throat, before they see who the 'stalker was.

"You're a terrible stalker. What do you want?" Wednesday asked, obviously annoyed.

"H-Hey! Put the d-dagger away! It's Zadi! Not some stalker." Zadi stated, Wednesday proceeded to remove the knife from her neck and hide it.

"Why are you following me Zadi?" Wednesday questioned in her usual monotone voice. "I need your help." Zadi states.

Thats when Wednesday realises, "You had a vision, didn't you?" Zadi nods. "Well too bad, I'm not doing bullshit." Wednesday moves towards the door.

"Wait!" Zadi whisper-shouts, causing Wednesday to turn their attention towards her, and nods for her to continue. "You were in my vision, I think your supposed to save the school." Wednesday scoffs at Zadi.

"What am I supposed to do? And save the school? What drugs are you on?" Wednesday asked. "You have Pyrokinesis, right?" Wednesday nods. "Then I have the right person." Zadi says confidently.

The loud school bell rang, "Trust me. You don't." At that, Wednesday left.

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Wednesday sat against a tree. She didn't grab much for lunch again; this was a common occurrence, only grabbing an apple or nothing at all.

They felt a pair of eyes on her again. Except, theirs multiple. She heard footsteps, so they look up and they met eyes with the 'Tortured Artist' as Enid called him.

He tried his best conversing with Wednesday but they just ignored him. He got closer to her and they started feeling uncomfortable.

"Can you like, go away?" Bianca appeared behind him, looking pretty pissed. "Take the hint, and fuck. Off." She said.

Finally after what felt like hours, Xavier left, Wednesday sighed in relief. "Thanks." They said, "No problem!" Bianca sat near by but not too close to Wednesday.

"He never takes a hint, and he can get pretty creepy." She said, Wednesday nods in acknowledgement.

"How are you today?" Bianca asked, "It's alright I guess.. I thought I had a stalker but it was just Zadi, thinking I'm supposed to 'save the school.' Weird." Wednesday said.

"Save the school? Why would it need saving?" Bianca asked. "Dont know, don't really care." Wednesday said.

"Fair, the schools pretty shitty at times." Bianca chuckled. Wednesday felt another pair of eyes on her.

They sigh, "Zadi, I told you, you have the wrong person. Stop stalking me." Wednesday said.

"You're the only one with-" Wednesday cut Zadi off, "Look, I don't care about being a God damn hero, I'm here to learn, and then live my life. No saving the school, no being a hero, nothing." Wednesday stomped off.

Zadi sighs, "Damn it.." she muttered, walking the opposite direction.

Bianca sat on the ground confused, she stood up and followed where Wednesday was going.

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That evening, Enid was at her friends dorm for a 'Girls Night.' Meanwhile Wednesday was on the balcony, playing their cello.

She plays 'Paint it Black' by The Rolling Stones, as she plays, she feels themselves relax immediately. They finish playing after a few minutes, and she returns inside her dorm.

They sit in bed, thinking what happened that day. 'Zadi believes I'm supposed to save the school, I can't even control my powers.' Wednesday thought.

They hear quiet tapping by the window, assuming its thing, they go and open the window. What she didn't expect is a cat to jump inside.

The cat had black fur, bright blue and green eyes, glowing in the dimly lit room, its nose was a small dot of pink.

Wednesday stared at the cat in disbelief, but what surprised them more, was when the cat rubbed its body against her leg.

They bent down to look at the cat better, "Hi." Wednesday said. The cat meowed in response, "How did you get up there?" Wednesday questioned.

The cat just rubbed its head against her hand purring, 'I can convince Enid to keep the cat. If not, she can suck it up.' Wednesday thought to herself, smiling slightly.

Suddenly, Wednesday hears a gasp from the dorms door. They turn their heads and see a very excited Enid, "Who's this cutie!!!!!" Enid squeals.

Wednesday shrugs, "Our new cat. No, you don't get a choice." Wednesday said, matter of factly. Enid rolls her eyes playfully, "What should we name it?" Enid asked.

"Hades if its a boy, and Persephone if its a girl." Wednesday told her, "Greek names?" Enid questioned, "Greek God/Goddess names." Wednesday corrected.

"Nerd." Enid teases playfully, Enid watches as the cat climbs into Wednesday's lap, and falls asleep. 'Lucky cat..' A husky voice was heard in Enids thought's.

'Wait- why am I jealous over a cat?' Enid thought, "Hades." Wednesday interrupted her thoughts, "What?" Enid asked confused.

"Its a boy, so his name is Hades." Wednesday said while Hades purrs in Wednesday's lap.

'That is one lucky cat..'Enid agrees with the husky voice in her head.

"Weren't you at a girls night?" Wednesday asked, "I was, but Yoko's girlfriend needed emergency cuddles." Enid answered. "I wish I had a cuddle buddy.." Enid said, in a sad tone.

"Cuddle buddy?" Wednesday tilts her head, confused. 'THAT DAMN LUCKY CAT!' The husky voice yells, "Yep! It's someone you cuddle with!" Enid told them.

Enid yawns, "Well, I'm off to bed, goodnight roomie!!" Enid falls into bed, carelessly. "Goodnight Enid." Wednesday lays down in her own bed, with Hades curled up next to them.

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Chapter Text

(Zadi's POV)

Walking the opposite direction Wednesday went, I started wondering why. Why Wednesday doesn't believe me. Why Wednesday won't use their powers. Being able to bend literal fire! And no one has seen her do it. It makes me wonder if something bad happened. 'Nevertheless, I need their help..' I thought; if I don't get her help... the school is doomed.

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Wednesday was resting against the secluded tree once more. And once again, she isnt eating much. They were indulged in her book, barely noting her surroundings. They could hear mumbles not too far back, interests peeked, she listens in. "Who are you going to ask to the Rav'n?" A girl asked her friend. "Probably Wilson. Though, don't tell anyone, but I might have a little interest in a certain goth." The other girl said. 'Nothing impo-' their thoughts were interrupted.

"Wednesday Addams?!" The friend whisper yelled. "What? No! Even though they are low key hot, I was actually thinking of Tanaka." The girl said.

Wednesday looked behind her, to see a very red flushed face of Divina Fisher, and a knowing face of Bianca Barclay. "Oh, yeah, that makes more sense." Bianca said, looking like she was ready to beat Divina up. "Why? You wanted to ask Wednesday out?" Divina teased.

"What? Why? I don't find me interested in them romantically." Bianca asked, very confused. "You looked ready to kill me." Divina said, now also very confused. "I don't know, I just felt protective over Wednesday like a family member." Bianca shrugged.

"Ohhh, your like her older sister!" Divina decided. "Who cares, besides, someone else wants to take her." Divina's eyes widened. "Who? Wait- don't tell me! Enid!" Divina guessed. 'Wait what.' Wednesday thought.

"Nope, Zadi I believe! Though I think it's more to converse then romance." Bianca and Divina started walking away, leaving a confused Addams behind the tree. 'That's... strange?' Wednesday thought. They moved on, and continued reading their Edgar Allen Poe book.

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(Zadi's POV)

I was looking for Wednesday to try and convince them... again. 'Jesus Christ, where are they?' I think, looking past crowds of students. I finally spot her and run up to them. "Wednesday." I start, she looks up at me. "Can we talk?" I ask.

They roll their eyes and nods. "I know you think you aren't supposed to save the school, but I promise you are. I'll prove it!" I say determined. Wednesday looks intrigued, I started feeling nervous. "You need specific training to conjure visions willingly. Why do you think you can?" Wednesday questioned.

"Because I know I can, they conjure when I touch something or someone." I answered. Wednesday started to look uncomfortable. They raise their arm, "Hurry up then. Prove it." She says. I nod and touch her arm.

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As my head throws back I'm inglufed into a vision, the fog fades and the view is cleared. I saw a small raven haired child, playing with.. decapitated dolls? I watch closely as small sparks appear from their small hands. 'Wednesday.' I think. The sparks become a small flame, slowly growing. The child is non the wiser of the ever growing danger. Her giggles fill the room as she plays. Its only when she turns around and sees the large fire, that panic sets in. She stumbles back, falling to the ground. The flames suddenly grew into a large wall of fire, covering the walls with its burning flame. Wednesday's panic makes the flames grow and grow, until she's on the ground coughing. I could see their skin heavily burnt, shoulders, neck, and legs. She cries in pain and finally-

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(That Evening---Third person POV)

Wednesday sits at their desk reading. She was exhausted, they knew what the vision Zadi had earlier was about. And it pained them to hear it. She played with her dagger with one hand, while flipping through pages with the other. They were indulged in their book when they felt a sharp sudden pain on her hand. She looked to her hand, un-bothered by the pain and blood.

**warning: blood describing and past $e!f-h@Rm**

The crimson rolls down their hand, dropping onto their desk. The throbbed pain in her palm reminds her of when she dragged her knife, slowly, across her thighs, the thin line of red growing as the blood flows. She felt a numbness at the pain, recognising it. They hated how it made them weak. How it made her numb. She still does it every now and then, when she experiences the nightmares of that day. They do it less now that their at school. Rooming with a werewolf.

But the blonde is gone most of the day, so who's to stop them? She lets the blood flow from the open cut, opting to do more important things, like studying or writing. That was the plan until they heard a concerned voice by the door. She turned her head to see a very worried she-wolf rushing over to Wednesday. "Are you alright? What happened? How long has it been bleeding? Are you okay?" Enid asks a million questions a second. She would have Wednesday's respect, if not for the reason for it.

"Enid, stop. I'm fine." Wednesday rolled their eyes, grabbing a bandaid from her drawer, placing it lazily over her cut. "See? Simple as that." Wednesday said, not really bothered. While Enid, was a bit concerned. "So, how did you get cut?" Enid asked. "Dagger slipped and cut my hand." Wednesday deadpanned. "Alright... I'm off to bed, goodnight!" Enid told Wednesday, walking to her bed and falling in it.

Wednesday went to bed as well. 'Better get the horrors over for the night..' Wednesday thinks, laying her head down and drifting off.

Chapter Text

(Past: Third Persons POV)

(Age 7)

The Addams were discharged from the hospital. After a long awkward ride, they arrived at the manor. Gomez and Morticia tried to hug their dearly beloved child.

Wednesday dodged the hug, running to her room- well, her new room. She leaned against the door. She stared at her hands, as if they were covered in slime. Disgust. Its one of only things she feels. Along with shame.

She sat on the floor the entire rest of the day. She heard the calls for dinner, but she remained. Others tried coming in, but Wednesday locked the door. They all eventually went to bed.

Wednesday couldn't sleep, she didn't deserve it she thought. She harmed her parents, how could she deserve it? So, she sat on the ground. Staring at the remaining scars in disgust. She didn't earn them, they just appeared.

It was 1am in the morning. She has been staring at one of her many knives. Her favourite black metallic knife with lightning patterns on the handle to be exact.

Sudden knocks on the door knock her out of her thoughts, "Wednesday dear, breakfast." Morticia's voice was heard from behind the door. Wednesday stares at the door with an emotionless face. Quickly, she scrambled to check the time on her Clock, "7am" it read. "Wednesday?" Her mother's voice once again knocked her out of her trance. "not hungry." Wednesday said. Morticia sighs, her footsteps fading.

Wednesday was indeed hungry, but she didn't want to eat, didn't deserve the warm food. So she just wrote. That's all she ever did anyways.

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"Wednesday! Time for lunch! This time your eating." Grandmama says sternly. Reluctantly, Wednesday opened the door, walking to the dining room.

The emptiness in her eyes pulled at Grandmama's heart. The spark that was in the Addams heiress no longer existed. Just a dark cloud.

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(Age 14)

Gomez was on the ground laughing proudly. Wednesday stood above him, holding her sword at him. Today, Wednesday won a match against her father. She was waiting for this for years- or, she thinks its been years. She stopped counting since her 8th birthday.

"Age 14 and you beat me, my rain cloud!" Gomez exclaimed proudly! "I'm so proud!" He says happily. He tried putting a hand on her shoulder, but she moved out the way. "Ah, right. Sorry hija." Gomez apologises, remembering she doesn't touch anymore.

She bowed her head slightly. "Good day father." She says, walking away. She entered her bedroom, stripping out of her fencing outfit. Leaving her in a tank top and boxers.

She looks in the mirror, seeing the burns on her skin, followed by thin lines. Lines created from a certain blade. They litter her thighs, some on her shoulder and waist. She sighs. 'They've healed.' Wednesday thinks, annoyed. She walks to her desk, picking up her favourite knife.

She returns to stand in front of the mirror.

**shown $eLf-H@rM**

The only thing she can feel nowadays. Pain. She drags the ever sharp blade across her thighs, watching the thin red line grow with blood. Seeing the red liquid roll down her leg.

She scoffs. 'Barely anything.' She thinks, dragging the blade against the side of her waist this time.

**End**

She was there for half-an hour. Her body held many new cuts now, behind large bandages.

She dresses in an oversized hoodie with sweat pants. 'How old did father say I am again? Oh yes, 14.' Wednesday thinks. 'What a waste. I'm still useless, I need to get my shit together." Wednesday walks over to her cello.

She spends the rest of the day playing cello. She played and played, all until her fingers bled. 'Good enough I guess.' She thinks. Packing up and returning inside.

She laid in bed, thinking. She couldn't sleep again. She stood up, heading to the library to study. That's what she did when she couldn't sleep. Study. That's how she got her wonderful grades, how others begged her to be their partner in class. Though, she'd much rather so it alone.

She knew stuff above her grade. She never moved up a grade, thinking she wasn't that great. She read most books in the library, so when she came across an outcast book. Her interests were piqued.

She sat in the library till sunrise reading. And interests on werewolves and sirens were created. She was annoyed she didn't know this before. 'How idiotic of me.'

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(Age 15)

Rumours spread about my abilities. Everyone knew Wednesday was an outcast, just didn't think she was powerful. Honestly, Wednesday prefers that idea. Better than how it was now. Every where she went, she was feared. She couldn't eat in the cafeteria anymore, the school banned her of it. Its not like she ate anyways, but it still sucked.

Bullies tried to get her to join them, she always refused. And then got hit, mocked, and degraded. She would do others homework for the safety of her brother.

But one day. The new group of jocks leader thought he could do whatever he wanted. So she showed him his place. Beneath her. 'Even if I couldn't care less about myself, I could care less for him.' She thought.

"You got my homework Arsonist?" The jock asked. She walked closer. She wasn't wearing her gloves today, and everyone knows, she uses them to weaken her powers. She shoved him against the wall, pining him. Holding her bare hand to his throat, she began talking. "If you ever dare, to come anywhere close to my brother. I'm going to burn your body until there's nothing but ashes left. Or, even better, I burn off your tiny dick. Maybe destroy your vocal cords? So many options." Wednesday says, her hand sparking with fire. He nods rapidly.

She throws him to the ground. "Hope you have an excuse for your homework." She says, bringing out his papers and burning them in seconds.

There was a loud bell and screaming coming from the school, they both turned to see the school on fire. The jock ran away, while Wednesday ran towards the fire.

She overheard a student. "There's still a boy in there!" Wednesday ran faster. Busting through the doors. "HELP!!!" She heard Pugsley. She sprinted faster than she thought she could.

Pugsley was trapped, he struggled to get out of the locker. She pulled him out and ran. "Go!" She screamed. Pugsley ran, thinking his sister was behind him.

She wasn't.

She ran back inside. There was an unconscious girl, laying on the ground of a classroom. She picked her up (piggy back style) and ran towards the exit.

She and the girl was outside of the burning school. Wednesday rushed the girl towards the ambulance trucks. Once the girl was on one of the trucks, she fell down. Laying in the grass.

She breathes heavily. She stands up quickly, remembering her brother. She sprints over to the crying boy. "Are you alright?" Wednesday asked, in a monotone voice. But she was genuinely worried.

Without thinking, he hugged her. Wednesday just patted his back, trying to comfort him.

His sobbing was interrupted by the jock. "She did it! She lit the school on fire! See! She has no gloves!" He says, accusingly. Wednesday blinked confused. "What?" Everyone (minus Pugsley) looked at her angrily, or fearfully. The Addams quickly arrived at the scene. "Wednesday didn't do it! She saved me! And she wasn't even in school when it happened!" Pugsley defended.

"Pugsley, don't bother, they won't believe you, or me." Wednesday says, numbly. She limps towards her families car. Not accepting any help. 'If I was stronger, I wouldn't be limping.' She thinks.

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(Wednesday's POV)

We arrived home after the fire. I was going to my room, when I was stopped. "Wednesday, you need to eat." I open my mouth, but before I could speak. "No excuses, you haven't eaten anything today." Gomez says sternly.

I nod, walking towards the dining room.

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After an hour of suffering. I was in my bathroom-

**Vomiting**

-by the toilet, vomiting out my food. My stomach twisted, making me throw up more.

**end**

After ten minutes, I felt better. Returning to my room, after washing my mouth. I collapsed in bed, exhausted.

I saved two people, got accused for arson, forced to eat. And now, laying in bed exhausted. I sigh, opening my book about outcasts, and getting comfy in bed.

I know I was expelled. But I wasn't going to jail. There was no proof. So I would go to a new school soon. Lovely.