Wednesday's Child Is Full Of Woe Pt. 8

Bold and Italics=POV Change

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Bold and Italics=Vision

Y/N's POV

 I was just laying down, thinking why Wednesday wanted me to escape the therapy session with her. It just doesn't seem like her to want others with her. I am thankful that she did let me, but I'm so confused. I need to talk to Enid about this, maybe she'll have some advice on what to do. I also need to make sure she doesn't gossip about it either. I love that girl, but she is a gossip queen, and in my opinion the gossip queen. I'm really falling in love with Wednesday Addams, and I hope she accepts me as her mate, even when I tell her about my past.

 Before I could finish my thought, I heard someone playing the cello, and it was very beautiful. I love instruments like the cello, and I have a feeling on who is playing it. So, with that thought I got up to go over to Enid's and Wednesday's room to listen to her better. On my way there, I ran into Enid, so we just walked together.

Wednesday's POV

 I was just finishing up playing my cello, when Thing asked me if I feel better.

 "No, I don't really feel better," I replied to him, "there's just something wrong about this place. Not just because it's a school."

 Just then the door to the balcony opened and revealed Enid and Y/N. They walked over to us.

 "How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window," Enid asked. I saw Y/N glare at her, and shaking her head.

 "I-i-i-it's a ce-ce-ce-cello E-e-e-enid," she told Enid with a tone that says that she was offended by the comment. This almost made me smile at how cute she was being.

 "I had an extra hand," I told her, with Thing showing himself. Enid looked at him with awe and slight fear.

 "Whoa. Where's the rest of him," she asked, coming closer.

 "It's one of the great Addams family mysteries," I told her. Then we heard howling in the distance. It's the full moon, so the werewolves have turned, but Enid is also a werewolf. She didn't turn, so I'm intrigued.

 "Why aren't you wolfing out," I asked her. She looked down in what I assume is sadness.

 "Because I can't," she replied, then she extended her nail towards me, "it's all I got. My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it. Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never..... you know."

 "What happens then," I inquired.

 "I'd become a lone wolf," she told me, still looking down. Y/N just walked over to her to comfort her, which didn't sit well with me.

 "Sounds perfect," I told her, but Y/N just glared at me. I don't understand why, as being alone, well not completely alone with her, is a bad thing.

 "Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over," she told me, with slight anger in her voice, "I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate."

 "I'm failing to see the problem here," I said, confused why someone wants to be with other people. I saw Y/N roll her eyes, and I had to hold my anger in, as she shouldn't be concerned about Enid at all, only me.

 "I could die alone," she replied.

 "We all die alone, Enid," I said.

 "You really suck at this. Cheering people up," she said, then started to silently cry.

 "Why are you crying," I asked her, completely uncomfortable with the situation.

 "Because I'm upset," she told me, raising her voice a little bit, "haven't you ever cried, or are you above that too?"

 "It was the week after Halloween. I was six years old," I replied, and I don't know why I was telling her about this. Y/N also was listening as well, "I took my pet scorpion, Nero, out for his afternoon stroll, and we were ambushed. They wondered what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet. Two of them held me down and made me watch.... while the others ran Nero over until.... It was snowing when I buried what was left of him. I cried my little black heart out. But tears don't fix anything, so I vowed to never do it again."

 Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Y/N holding her mouth, with tears rolling down her face. I could also sense that she was very pissed off (I was also pissed off, I do not condone animal abuse and I wish I could legally hunt animal abusers down).

 "Your secret's safe with us. Still think you're weird as shit, though," Enid said.

 "The feeling is incredibly mutual," I replied, and I saw Y/N smile, "how would you like your single room back? You just need to show me how to use your computer."

 I saw Y/N with a frown, so I walked up to her and whispered in her ear.

 "I'm taking you with me, I don't think I can survive without your," I told her. To this she beamed and nodded her head.

Narrator's POV

 Now we see Thing crawling up someone's house. He crawled up to the window and knocked on it. Inside, we see Tyler walking towards his window to investigate the knocking at his window. He opened the window, when Thing crawled inside which caused Tyler to startle.

 "Holy shit," he exclaimed. He got his bat to swing at Thing. Thing just crawled, dodging the bat, until he got to the desk. He then got a hold of the bat and threw it away. He showed his palm, which had a message from Wednesday to call her.

 "Okay, I'm taking orders from a hand. This isn't weird at all," he said, and proceeded to do what Thing showed him.

Wednesday's POV

 I heard the computer ring, so I went up to answer. After looking for the button to answer, I finally saw Tyler.

 "Uh... hi," he said, looking off to the side.

 "That's Thing," I told me, and nodded at that.

 "Is he, like, your pet," he asked, though this caused me to be mad at him, but I wouldn't show that. I also heard Thing flipping him off.

 "He's sensitive," I told him, which was true.

 "Look, I know Nevermore is ground zero for all things weird," he said, "but this is next-level. So, what happened to not wanting to be a slave to technology"

 "Desperate time. Are you still willing to help me escape," I asked him.

 "After what happened today, I figured they'd have you in solitary," he told me.

 "There's the Harvest Festival this weekend," I replied, "attendance is mandatory. I'm going to use it as a cover. If you're willing to drive me to the station, I can make it worth your while."

 "I'm in. And no charge," he told me, though I was confused why he would do this with no charge, "consider it a freebie."

 "Why," I asked.

 "Cause I wish I was going with you," he said in a serious tone, "at least one of us will get out of this hellhole town."