a series of [un]fortunate events || a wenclair collection [explicit]

10. nightmare [explicit]

Content Warning

Mentions of Self-Harm | Mentions of Suicide | Strong Sexual Content

Wednesday's POV

I bolted awake in a cold sweat. It was the second night I've had that unsettling dream, and while I would normally pay it no mind in order to get a normal amount of sleep, this felt different... My dream consisted of myself being totally and completely alone, stripped bare of my defenses as I watched Tyler remorselessly ravage my entire family in front of me, and I was tied down with the most secure belts and forced to witness the carnage. And when I thought it could not get any worse, he... he went after Enid and I forced myself to wake up before he delivered the killing blow... I got up from the bed, and was immediately hit with a wave of nausea and could barely make it to the bathroom in time... Enid was with her family for the week, and I would not dare to run to Bianca or Xavier with this. Although we were on speaking terms, Bianca knew that Enid and I were in a relationship, and her advice to me was profound. She had told me that I needed to... lean on Enid no matter what... but this was borderline unbearable. I was not used to being alone anymore, and while my thoughts were always on the morbid side, I started experimenting with marking my skin just to feel something other than this loneliness. I was always nauseated after each night, I could barely stomach the littlest amount of food now. I even started to cry because I did not know why I was being tortured with these images of Enid being killed. Were the skies above telling me something? Was whatever deity the people of Jericho trying to punish me for finally finding someone that forced me to very slowly let my guard down? Why me.. 

***

The fourth night of nightmares grew exponentially worse as I watched Enid being killed over and over again, and by the time I managed to run over to her, she suddenly evaporated in my arms. I once again bolted upright and vomited all over my sheets from a feeling I never wanted to experience again - fear. I despised it with a burning passion. All I wanted was Enid next to me, to feel every part of her on me and not care about anything. My arms burned with each mark I left upon it, and I wondered what it would feel like to throw myself off of the balcony if this was an omen of things to come. I could not handle this any longer...

***

After about an hour of laying in my bed, Enid finally walked in the door with an exhausted expression on her face, and my heart began to beat faster hearing that voice.

"Willa, I'm finally back... I swear to God, I was going to go even more feral if I had to spend another minute with my mother..."

I said nothing as I ran up to Enid, pushing her up against the door, silencing her with a desperate kiss as I tugged on her shirt, hoping to rip it off with some ungodly strength, to no avail.

"Mmf, Willa, what's wrong? While I've missed you too, you normally don't get this clingy unless something's happened."

Damn. I must learn to use a different approach next time I get intimate with her. 

"I have been... suffering from nightmares, and not the pleasant kind... I dream that Tyler returns and kills not only my whole family, but you as well, and I can do nothing but watch. And then you evaporate in front of me. I have started to... mark my skin and consider... termination of my own self as a response to what seems to be a cruel punishment for my... happiness with you.."