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The early call of mother birds and small rodents fossicking for scraps of food woke the brunette, much to her chagrin.
But on the other hand, Boa could finally get back to reading Willa’s notebook.
She stretched and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she reached for the black notebook laying on the front seat.
Flipping open the cover, smiling, and turning to the page she left off at.
March 17th, 1953
Enid Sinclair, runt of the litter of the Californian Sinclair Wolf Pack.
My Roommate.
How horrible.
Arriving at Nevermore had been an interesting thing, she had spent most of the way here cataloguing escape routes and weak parts in its security.
When the family arrived, we were guided to the Principal's Office, Larissa Weems, who we spoke to for exactly twenty-three minutes and forty-five seconds.
Principal Weems was a tall pale woman with snow-white hair and a polite yet confident personality.
Weem’s proceeded to show myself and my parents where I would be staying for the time being, warning me that I would have a roommate.
I truly was not prepared for the atomic bomb of what could only be specified as horrific rainbow vomit…
…Standing in the doorway to her future dorm for the rest of the year, the ravenette was horrified.
Nausea rippled through her gut at the neon drapery and the overly vibrant piles of pastel stuffed animals covering the floorboards. Tacky little trinkets were littered sporadically on one side of the room. The latina could not discern a foot of space that was occupied by the whole spectrum of colours available to the naked human eye.
She might throw up, she could already feel the burning of her corneas just by looking for such a short period of time at the plethora of pastels.
“Howdy Roomie!” Her eyes widened just in the slightest at the on-coming, basically flying, bundle of sunshine, daisies and colour at her.
A smile as blinding as that left the ravenette speechless, eyes the colour of the sapphire sky sparkling at her as lips stretched further into an impressive flash of perfect pearly white teeth.
Golden hair flowing down the sides of her head, glowing under the sprawling rays of sunlight peeking through the large circular window that centered the middle of the room, it was so ethereal, she felt enchanted.
A face perfectly round and cheeks a rosy ruby that bunched to the side in a wide smile, she couldn’t describe what she was feeling now. It felt strange, like nothing she’s ever felt before.
She wanted to protect this girl from everything. She wanted to hug her and smother her with her uttermost affection. She wanted to kiss her on her nose, on her cheeks, on her temple, on her mouth.
Pang
Her heart seized in her chest, crushing in on itself, preparing to fall out of her chest and into the hands of this girl.
And then it hit her, the addams curse…
The latina didn’t have it in her to sidestep her bounding beauty of colour and sunshine, completely and utterly smitten within the first ten seconds of meeting her, as she collided with the dark gothic girl.
Her mother was going to have a field day.
“Hello ‘roomie,’ my name is Wednesday Addams. I am pleased to meet you.” Her roommate squealed with pure delight.
“Hi, my name is Enid Sinclair! I’ve always wanted a roommate! I was totes going to be roomies with Yoko but then she met Divina and they got a room together after they got together, oh wait! I wasn’t supposed to say that in front of Weems, oops, pretend you didn’t hear that! And I’ve been so excited but nervous all day to meet you, I was so worried that you were going to hate me!”
How could she ever hate someone like her?
Totally and utterly smitten.
Wednesday could only nod along to Enid, listening intently, blocking out any other noise that wasn’t her.
She supposed she was so drawn into whatever Enid had been going on about, something to do with a boy called Ajax, that she hadn’t even noticed moving to her bed and the three adults who previously had been there, leaving.
It was getting quite late, and she had to complete her daily hour of writing for her novel.
“Apologies Enid, but I must prepare for my dedicated hour of writing time.”
“Oh, okay! I’ll be here and just read my book!” She flashed a smile.
And for once in her life, Wednesday felt the urge to smile back.
That will be all,
Farewell,
W.A
Boa was engrossed in the entries from this mysterious, illusive ‘Wednesday’ Addams as written in the book.
She had read through dozens of pages by now, each and every one of them revealing a blooming love story within its pages.
She felt happy for them, Enid and Wednesday.
She was happy that they had each other in such a hard time in history.
She just wished she had someone like that.
May 22nd, 1953
We have nothing in common.
I’m a writer.
She’s an artist.
I prefer cats.
She prefers dogs.
Nothing in common.
May 24th, 1953
I met her at school.
In the dorms.
In our dorm.
She was a bubbly person.
But sat alone at lunch.
I guess the curse strung something in me, pulling empathy from the depths of my black cold heart.
I sat next to her.
She talked too much.
I listened.
Nothing in common.
June 5th, 1953
We became friends in a month.
She was religious.
I was not.
Nothing in common.
July 18th, 1953
She saw me as nothing more than a friend; a companion.
I looked at her more than a friend.
Nothing in common.
August 7th, 1953
We found a secret spot.
Just for us.
High in an old willow tree.
It was peaceful up there.
Quiet and cool.
But she didn’t like heights.
And I did.
Nothing in common.
Boa furrowed her brows, something was amiss, a dreadful churning in her stomach that made her feel ill and uneasy.
Something was wrong with Wednesday and Enid.
September 2nd, 1953
She took me to her house.
Her mother was cruel.
“Tell her that you're catholic.”
I’ve never lied before.
But for her, I would do anything.
So I did.
I lied.
September 3rd, 1953
We hung out in her room.
Talking about ourselves.
But I knew more about her.
I knew she preferred jazz.
I preferred classical.
Nothing in common.
Boa was grief-stricken, this story was taking a turn for the worse. She felt so empathetic for them, they hadn’t even known they were in love with each other. Even she could feel it, that pull they had.
September 5th, 1953
We had been up in her room, applying her make-up on ourselves for the fun of it.
I didn’t really want to.
I didn’t like make-up.
She did.
Nothing in common.
September 6th, 1953
It was the last day I would stay at her house.
We were upstairs again, messing around with lipstick.
I put lipstick on her mouth, spreading it evenly across her pretty pink lips.
It took a few seconds to realise she was staring at me.
At my lips.
She kissed me.
I kissed her back.
She started apologising.
I stopped her.
I told her it was okay.
I kissed her again.
She didn’t resist.
I felt my icy heart melt.
Making space for her.
And I kissed her more passionately.
Lipstick smearing everywhere.
Her mother caught us.
She sent me away and scolded her.
I called her as soon as I got back home.
She told me she was getting sent to a camp.
I told her to meet at our spot.
Our spot, high in the old willow tree.
She agreed.
I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I began to fear that she wasn’t coming.
Until I heard the loud crunches of the fallen autumn leaves.
She called out my name, “Wednesday?”
“Enid.”
She cried into my arms, apologising.
“I never should’ve kissed you!”
“It was all a big mistake.”
It wasn’t a mistake.
She started telling me about how she was thinking that she was going to hell.
That she was a sinner.
If she was, then I was too.
“If I went to hell, I would brag to Satan about how I kissed a Goddess.”
She giggled.
It was the best sound I’ve ever heard.
I assured her it was fine, that she would be fine.
My ears were echoing with her giggle.
I kissed her on the forehead.
She wanted Heaven.
I wanted her.
Nothing in common.
October 12th, 1953
11:30pm
“I can’t do this.”
“I can't be a walking sin.”
I hugged her, crying.
“I’m sorry.”
She left me.
“I want to die.”
That’s a sin.
Leaving her alone.
It was the biggest sin.
But life without her would be worse than eternal damnation.
We were like fresh water and salt water.
One pure and one tainted.
Nothing in common.
October 12th, 1953
11:59pm
I stood staring at the door that she walked through.
Away from me.
I stared at her.
She never looked back.
So maybe I should’ve never moved forward.
She was like the air.
I needed it to breathe.
I needed her to breathe.
She was in the air.
I was on the ground.
We have nothing in common.
We never had anything in common.
October 13th, 1953
12:00am
I placed the note, written by my hand, on her bed.
I apologised to her about everything I’ve done to wrong her…
“It’s okay, Enid.” Wednesday murmured to herself.
“It’s okay, I’ll make it all go away.”
I’ll make myself go away.
Wednesday grit her teeth and plunged into the deep end.
A deep crimson red spurting forward, painting the floor a macabre ruby.
Wednesday, blood dripping from her lips, smiled.
For the first time in her life, she truly smiled with dimples and blood-stained teeth.
“I love you, querida.” She declared to nobody, embracing the end with her final words.
“I’ll be the one to tell Satan about how I kissed a Goddess.”
Boa stared at the last page of the book.
It was written in red ink, or perhaps blood– she didn’t know.
She stared quietly.
Thinking.
Deciding.
That was the last time anyone heard or saw of Boa Fielman.
Staring into the pages of someone else’s diary, lost in time and love.
She never left that old hearse.
The book would know.
Wednesday would know.
And Boa was glad that she wasn’t alone.