Wenclair

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Enid's POV:

(Yoko leaves.)

Yoko finally leaves after a half hour. I don't want her to go, but I have to. The awkward and very uncomfortable silence we lay in was horrible. Thoughts kept rushing through my mind.

Why am I alive? Why did I do that to Wednesday? I lost the love of my life.

Some tears fall as I wipe them away. Why am I having these kinds of thoughts over a stupid situation that can easily be fixed?

I take a couple of deep breaths, which does not work. I need fresh air. I push open the window and step out onto the balcony. I instantly breathe the very early morning air in as I sigh.

I lean on the stone brick railing, soon turning over to sit on it. My legs dangle off the edge as I kick them. I look down below me, it's a far drop.

Intrusive thoughts run into my mind to take control of it. I slowly stand, balancing myself on the edge of the brick. I look down and imagine myself jumping to my death.

No, I'm too much of a pussy to do that. I shouldn't do that. I have Wednesday to still live for.

As I carefully crouch back down, lifting my one leg off of the railing, I prepare myself to sit. But instead, my foot planted onto the railing slips and I tumble off.

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Wednesday's POV:

"Enid!" I yell at the top of my lungs once I look down at the ground. I jump back into the dorm and race down the hallway.

I push by people as I run out of the building and around the side. I look up, trying to spot Yoko and Layla looking down. I see two figures, it's them.

I run over to underneath them. I find Enid. She lies in a pool of her own blood. Fuck.

I lift her head up ever so gently to find a huge gash on the side of it. Oh shit. I hear sirens ring in the distance.

They're coming for you, Enid. I run my fingers through her bloodied, dirty hair.

You'll be okay, Enid.

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Yoko's POV:

The principal gives me and Layla a ride down to the hospital. Wednesday went in the ambulance with Enid. God, I hope she's okay.

Did she really jump? There's no way sweet, bubbly Enid would jump. Maybe she fell over or something.

I push the thoughts away as I look out the window and see the hospital coming into the distance. My hand is interlocked with Layla's. I notice she's been staring at me the whole time.

"What?" I ask with a sniffle. I didn't even know I was crying.

My hand is squeezed and she gives me a weak smile. "She'll be okay," Layla says.

I wipe my nose and nod before looking out the window. The car parks in front of the entrance doors and I hesitate. Before I know it, the door is being opened for me and Layla stands on the outside.

She smiles at me and I force one back, taking the hand she had stretched out and stepping out of the car. We push open the glass doors and I immediately spot Wednesday.

She sits on one of the chairs, her legs shaking like crazy and she's playing with her hands. I feel so bad for her. That was traumatizing.

I leave Layla, sitting down next to Wednesday on one of the other chairs. I turn to look at her, she doesn't move an inch and continues to fidget.

I take the risk as I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug.

"Y-" She starts to say but I cut her off.

"No. You need this." I say as I hug her tighter.

It takes a little before Wednesday actually embraces me. I hear small, soft sniffles in my ear. This is horrible.

It's okay, Wednesday. This should've never happened. But we'll get through this, I promise.

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I'm sorry it's short.
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