Wenclair

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Wednesday's POV:

I watch as four big, strong men carry a casket. Who died?

The funeral is a bit colorful, not dark and gloomy. If my family didn't die, who did? My head spins around, looking at all of the people weeping. I trot over to the casket once it is set down. I try to open it, but it won't budge.

What the fuck? Suddenly, I'm pulling into a tight hold as I wiggle around. Who?

I look upwards to see who it is, but it is a masked figure. The fuck?

I slam my heel into the attacker's knee. They grunt in pain and loosen the grip, allowing me to get out. I look around, everyone is gone, and so is the casket.

A sharp pain shoots from my stomach as I stumble backward. My hand holds my gut. I clench my jaw tightly, groaning. I slowly look back up at the figure before lunging at him.

But I'm flung backward, hitting a wall. My breath is taken away. Since when was there a wall here? I try to crawl away but I'm unable to. I have no strength.

The figure slowly walks over to me, swinging his leg back. I fold my arms over my head, embracing for impact until I hear a voice.

"Wednesday!"

I jerk upwards, my hands diving straight for the girl's shoulders.

"Hey, woah! Calm down! I'm right here." Enid says, taking my hands off of her shoulders and holding them with a tight grip.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

I'm hyperventilating. Enid's going to die. I couldn't see in the casket. Which only means someone important is going to die.

Enid.

Enid.

No.

"Wednesday!" My face is cupped into her hands as I breathe heavily. "I'm right here, okay?" The girl says softly.

My breathing starts to slow, but it's still heavy. It was only a vision, calm yourself, Wednesday! But... the visions come true...

I can't lose Enid. I need to protect her at all costs now. She is never leaving my side.

I quickly get up, grabbing the girl's wrist and dragging her along behind me. We leave the stuff in the dust as I walk quickly back down the path.

"Wens! What's going on?" Enid yells in my ear.

I ignore her, my pace quickening. She keeps attempting to talk to me, but I don't respond. I just need to get her home.

Enid's POV:

What the fuck is wrong with Wednesday? She seems scared. Wait, Wednesday? Scared? Nah. But she seemed like it.

She drags me into the house and up the stairs. I stopped trying to talk to her since she won't respond. What the hell is going on?

The door slams closed as I sit on her bed, eyes glued onto Wens. When she turns to look at me, her eyes are wide. Then, she starts to pace.

"Wednesday! What is going on, for fucks sake?" Her hand flies to her mouth as she starts biting on her nails.

She had never done that before. Something bad happened.

"Wens!" I repeat myself.

She still doesn't answer but continues to pace. I've had enough of this. I stand up and walk over to her, putting my hands on her shoulders.

I spin around and throw her backward onto the bed, climbing on top of her and pinning her arms down with my hands.

"Tell me! What's wrong?" I scream in her face.

I notice a small smirk cross her face as her face moves upwards to mine. Not right now, Wednesday. I move back, growing even angrier.

"Why aren't you fucking talking to me? Did I do something wrong?" I yell out.

The smile drops from her face as it softens. "Get off of me," Wens mutters.

I bite my tongue, slowly getting off of her and sitting on the bed. She sits up next to me before fiddling with her shirt.

"You had a vision. What was it about?" I ask, softly, after a few silent moments.

She looks up, taking a deep breath before looking back down at her shirt. "I think you're going to die." She says.

My heart stops.

Wednesday's POV:

Enid shakes her head. This is bad. Very bad. I feel like I'm going to cry. But I don't want to.

"No, I'm fine, you see? I'm alive and I am staying alive." Enid says swiftly.

I notice her leg bouncing. If I'm right, we both know what's going to happen. I can't lose Enid. I will protect her with my life.

"If it's correct, we both know that's not true," I say, somewhat cursing under my breath.

I can't let this happen. Her breath hitches as she clutches her chest, taking slow, deep breaths. Same, Enid, same.

How do I help her? I can't. I don't know how. I need to get better at this shit.

"Excuse me, stay in here," I say to the wolf, walking to the door and leaving.

I close the door behind me, walking to the side a little and sliding my back down the wall onto the floor. I hug my knees close to my chest as a few tears fall. What do I do in this situation?

Anything could happen and I won't be able to prevent it. She could be dying right now and I don't even notice. Fuck.

My nails dig into my head as I hear faint footsteps.

"Wednesday?" I look up and down the hallway to find my mother at the end of it.

I groan, stuffing my head into my arms. I hear her approach me. "What do you want, mother?" I mumble, tilting my head up a little to watch her out of the corner of my eye.

She crouches down to be at eye level with me and rubs her hands together. She seems nervous, maybe even sad. What's wrong with her? My head moves up a little more, my eyes staring into hers. Her eyes are glossy.

"Mother?" I ask.

She looks at the ground, taking a deep breath before looking up at me again. "Sweetie, Eugene's dead."

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