You fell first, I fell harder //Wenclair one-shots//

Scars

Prompt: some instagram réel I saw.
Major TW for SH but it's comforting. No one dies. I'm being sweet to y'all. This is fluff.

Enid pulled her sleeves down, wishing that they would erase what lay beneath them, wishing she could cut off what came from the same blade, but she couldn't. She would never be able to.

"You okay in there?" Wednesday's voice rang from outside the door, making her want to scream.

"Yup, just will be another moment!" If she could she would stay in there for hours, dabbing down thick foundation until her arms burned, wrapping her arms in nylon and gluing it down so it covered the stupid stupid scars, but she had already tried that. Nothing worked, nothing ever did.

Picking up her pyjamas that lay in the corner of the room, Enid rushed out, brushing past her girlfriend as quick as she could. She wouldn't tell her, she couldn't know about this addiction. This stupid crazy addiction that had all started due to some war scar on her face. Hatred for her own body driving her to the point of trying to take her skin off.

"Enid-" a hand grabbed her arm, causing it to send a large throb all the way to her toes, she couldn't help but flinch. "Are you...okay?"

"Am I okay? What kind of question is that, I'm always smiling, of course I am, if anything I should be worried about you because like..."

The look on Wednesday's face spoke more words than actual sounds could have. "I don't know much about emotion, but I know what a fake smile looks like. Enid, why are you...hiding."

It was as if everything in her body was shaking. She knew. Wednesday knew. "I'm not hiding anything, I swear, I promise I can't I just-"

Wednesday took both her arms now, guiding her to the bed that they had made from both their frames that sat in the middle of the room. "I'm not angry, you can calm down."

Enid felt her arms shaking, her stomach turned almost nauseous. "I'm fine, please just leave me alone, nothings wrong."

A small finger pressed directly against a fresh slice in her arm, causing her to flinch. Wednesday sent her a knowing look. "Show me."

"What. There's nothing to show!"

With a much softer tone, Wednesday repeated the words, her eyes almost...worried.

"I- why?" Finally cracking, Enid felt herself slouch.

"So that I can see the mark of every time you needed me, and I wasn't there."

All the worry disappeared, replaced my heaving sobs as she heard the words exit her girlfriends mouth. "No! It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself!"

"I'm not blaming anyone. This isn't your fault, this isn't my fault. Self harm is a sign of destress. You are in no way choosing to do this. Your body is making you."

"You don't know that! You are just trying to make me feel better!"

Dropping Enid's arms, Wednesday took the edge of her sleeve between her fingers, than pulled it up. Faint. Very faint. But they were there. Lines.

"I know much more than you think Enid."

Slowly, she reached towards her own sleeve, than grasped them, feeling as the fabric brushed against the fresher wounds, aching with contact.

"Mi Amor..." she didn't yell. She didn't get mad or punch a wall. Instead, Wednesday took Enid into her arms and started to rock side to side, never letting her grip get any looser. "Stupid brain, isn't it."

"Yeah."

"Can I ask you something?"

Enid nodded, letting herself relax even more into Wednesday's chilly arms.

"Do you...feel safe being with yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

Wednesday loosened her grip than, still gripping Enid's hands as she looked her in the eyes. "Are you...getting self... murderous tendencies..."

Enid couldn't help but crack a smile at that. "Are you asking me if I'm suicidal?"

Wednesday nodded, looking as worried as her face got.

"No. I just, well it's complicated. Ever since I got these scars, you know, the ones from Tyler, I just felt like it wasn't enough. I deserved more punishment for...I don't know."

"Sometimes it's okay to not know. Do you know how many snowflakes are in the sky?"

"Well no, but-"

"Why would you be able to identify everything you think than?"

"That's how the brain works, that's how it's supposed to work!"

Wednesday lay down, taking Enid with her as their heads hit the pillow. "I'm always here if you need me, you can always tell me when you feel like this. I want to be here for you. That's what partners are for."

"Getting all sappy on me Addams?"

"I can give you much deeper scars."

"Damn, understood," Enid giggled at the empty treat, pushing her face into Wednesday's shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you more, my love."