Chapter 68: Visual temptation.

                                    

                                          
Caution Warning!! Mentions of suicide!!
Saturday, March 16th, 2023
6:49AM
Enid's POV
I stare at Wednesday as she walks around the room, fully dressed and showered on a Saturday morning, taping the floor, marking the order of events in which Asher Fleet's murder took place, drinking a hot mug of black tea, and writing a bullet point summary of what happened last night, and I just think to myself...
I should have known Wednesday Friday Addams wasn't going to recover from a failed suicide attempt like the average person. 
It's been about fifteen minutes since we both woke up, and within those fifteen minutes, she's taken a three-minute shower, fully done her hair, gotten dressed, and a whole bunch of other things I can't even comprehend how she's gotten done in such a short amount of time. Right now, I'm lying in my bed, my head propped on my elbow as I watch her move around the room. 
"And right here is where his eyeball landed after I ripped it out of the socket, and discarded it onto the floor." Wednesday says, now kneeling on the floor as she marks the spot with a small taped 'X.' "I vividly remember this detail because I spotted the part when he dragged me along the wood." She adds, seemingly unfazed by the sentence. Honestly, I don't know how to feel about how she's taking it all. There's a part of me that thinks she's in denial, but she appears way too aware for that to be true. 
I watch as she continues taping off the floor, now moving onto Asher's figure. She places thick white tape lines along the newly cleaned wood, marking his body like a crime scene. I mean, I guess this is what it is, a crime scene. It sure as hell looked like one when I came back to it. It's strange, being in our dorm knowing just a few hours ago it looked like the set to a horror film. It's also weird looking out the window now, and every time my eyes drift off into the distance, I can't help myself from thinking about last night even more.
"I suppose if I had murdered him from this direction," She starts, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I turn my head back to her. I see her move away from the tape on the ground, now facing the dorm door as she glances at the floor. She at everything she's referring to as she speaks. "I believe I would have been less inclined to go out onto the balcony as it wouldn't have been in my direct line of sight." She explains, reflecting on the night prior. I don't even know if the way she's handling this is healthy. I mean, after a murder near-suicide situation, do the people included usually provide their partners with a full-blow recap of the event, or is that just my girlfriend?
"Wednesday?" I ask, yawning after I speak.
"Enid." She responds, not taking her eyes off the laid-out tape.
"I don't mean to interrupt what you're doing...but I don't want you to drive yourself insane either." I tell her as gently as possible. Wednesday's a perfectionist, we both know this. However, I would rather she didn't dwell on the what-ifs of last night, cause that's all they are, just what-ifs. "No matter how much you want to, and no matter how much I might want to as well...neither one of us can change what happened, sadly." I comment. In my opinion, I don't see the point in mapping out the crime in extreme detail by taping it off through step-by-step storytelling. The only thing I find even remotely helpful about this is I'm getting a good idea of what exactly happened, something I didn't have before. 
"I am not driving myself insane." She claims, walking over to the foot of her bed where her presentation board is. Yes, she's set up a presentation board. Anyways, speaking of her bed, right now she has all of her sheets and blankets folded neatly on the mattress. She told me this morning, within those fifteen minutes of her getting ready, that she's planning on throwing them out later today. Luckily, none of the blood seeped into the mattress itself, so that doesn't have to be replaced. I watch as the girl takes the black Sharpie out from behind her ear, and writes, 'VISUAL TEMPATION' in all capitals on the board, then continues her response. "I'm rather driving myself sane, a much more complicated pursuit."