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Normally, Wednesday would have been relieved to finally have some peace and quiet, especially when she was busy and it’d already been a long and exhausting day. But now it felt wrong to be able to hear hers and Enid’s breathing, to hear the wind outside and pen scribbling against the paper. There weren’t any voices from Enid’s phone as she and her friends called, nor was there any unbearable music blasting through their room accompanied with dancing.
She’d grown accustomed to Enid’s, at first, aggravating behaviors, but now it was something that reminded Wednesday of the feeling of comfort. It was weird and unsettling without the background noise from her roommate, who almost sounded like she wasn’t even there.
“What’s wrong?” Wednesday eventually asked, slowing her sketching to a minimum. Her eyes stayed on her paper as she patiently awaited an answer.
”Nothing, I’m just texting Yoko,” Enid clearly lied, snapping out of her daze and quickly making up an excuse for her obvious and nearly complete silence that filled the air.
Wednesday heard the girl shift on her own bed, and she could easily imagine her crossing her legs or playing with her hair like she usually did when she was nervous.
”You’re lying. You’re too quiet to be texting,” Wednesday pointed out casually, familiar with her actions. Every text Enid sent or received, it seemed, she would giggle, or even whisper-mumble the words as she typed. “And I can feel your eyes burning into me.”
Wednesday immediately sent a glance behind her, just in time to see Enid staring with her face scrunched up and brows knit together. She didn’t even have her phone out. Realizing she’d been caught in the act, the blonde’s face flushed and her eyes went to the floor.
”Tell me what’s wrong, Enid,” Wednesday persisted as she turned back around to continue her attempt of drawing the gate from memory. It didn’t look half-bad. “Whatever is bothering you is bothering me too.”
Wednesday meant it truthfully; it was hard to focus when she knew she was being watched. It was odd without noise and it was worse when she could feel how upset Enid was.
Enid cracked a small smile, one Wednesday was too occupied to see, at that. Maybe Wednesday did care about Enid’s feelings after all.
As quick as her smile arrived, it faded.
Her eyes returned to looking at Wednesday, who was still sat at her desk, acting like none of the day had happened.
Enid took a quick breath once she managed to find the courage to finally admit what was practically driving her crazy for the past hour.
“Just back there at Crackstone... what happened?”
“I went for clues to solve the murder and you tried to surprise me with a birthday party,” Wednesday replied in the same monotone voice as always, disgust lacing her words as she spoke ill about the earlier event.
Enid held back a groan.
”No, I mean what happened when you touched the words? Did you...” her momentary annoyance with Wednesday’s blank answer diminished and was replaced with sadness, worry. Her voice became small. “What was that?”
Wednesday’s hand stilled for a second as she seemed to recall what happened. It was brief, but Enid noticed.
”I merely had a vision, that’s all.”
A vague response as always.
“Are they scary?” Enid almost whispered, a pout forming on her face at the idea of Wednesday hurting at all. “It looked... painful.”
”They show me future things,” the girl said after a moment’s hesitation. It did little to soothe Enid’s fear as she kept thinking of the way her head jerked back, eyes wide as she was literally unconscious, for too long. “I’m used to them by now, and I'm fine.”
”Promise?” Enid asked without thinking, sadness and worry evident in her tone.
She couldn’t trust that Wednesday of all people, someone who claimed they were so strong and acted as if they were immortal, someone who didn’t care if they were injured in the slightest, would confess to being what she would call “weak”.
”Enid, come here,” Wednesday ordered gently, turning around and surprising Enid with her words. Wednesday actually wanted her in her presence? Enid pulled herself off her bed and walked toward Wednesday, hovering over her nervously against the desk. “I assure you I’m okay—“
”But would you tell me if you weren’t? It looked like it hurt, like you were having a seizure or something... Or is it just as bad as fainting?—“ Enid couldn’t help but interrupt through a ramble. Her voice was frantic, she knew, and she saw the way her roommate’s lips pursed, setting down her pencil as she listened.
“Enid, the maximum amount pain it causes me is the rare, occasional headache,” she interrupted before Enid could dig a deeper hole that she couldn’t get out of, filled with anxieties and fears Wednesday would scoff at if she knew what they were. “It’s nothing serious. And I can handle it.”
Of course she could. She was capable of doing anything, probably.
...But what if she couldn’t?
And what if she felt like she couldn’t ask for help and it turned out a vision made her fall completely and she was hurt worse than a simple headache? Or what if she had a migraine that wouldn’t go away that made her sick, all because of her ability?
Enid didn’t like it at all, hand reaching down to tug at the hem of her sweater while she chewed her bottom lip. She nodded but she couldn’t help the fidgeting.
“Next time it happens I’ll alert you, if you feel that is necessary,” Wednesday spoke again after noticing Enid’s nervousness, a little shocked herself that she meant it.
All Enid felt like doing was nod, and so she did. Before she returned to her bed to hopefully distract herself and move on, she felt a cold yet soft hand reach down to squeeze hers.
Wednesday was actually letting Enid touch her — No, she was the one initiating the contact. Enid smiled again, genuinely, and squeezed back as she felt her muscles relax.
”Okay,” Enid agreed, looking at Wednesday happily. She felt secure, finally feeling the waves of anxiety wash away.
”Maybe we can watch a documentary of an unsolved murder case,” Wednesday suggested flatly as her hand retreated back to her chest. Enid missed the contact, but she squealed and stood up straighter, already on her way to grab her computer.
She wasn’t a huge fan of horror, even more so now considering she was being surrounded by mysterious deaths, but she was excited to spend time with Wednesday, who was the one who suggested it in the first place.
Enid had never seen the girl be so affectionate before. It was nice.
”You can pick the episode,” Enid told her as Wednesday sat down on the checkered bedspread, allowing Enid to do the same.
As Wednesday watched her friend eagerly pull up Netflix, she secretly felt a sense of relief at the sight of Enid being back to her old self.
Enid’s smile suited her, Wednesday hated seeing her without it. Seeing her back to her happy self made Wednesday glad, maybe even a little happy, although she would never admit to it.