Sunday, January 13th, 2023
3:44PM
Wednesday's POV
She distracts my mind so well. She's hypnotizing and I can't help but feel attracted to that aspect of her. Only one downfall, this is not how I was planning on informing my parents. I get so caught up in the moment, that the reminder that they are still present in the room completely slips my mind, and I know it slipped Enid's as well.
My father coughs, gaining the attention of me and my girlfriend, and our faces quickly separate. I'm not worried about how my parents will react, and I know how fortunate I am to be in that position. This is mostly due to the Addams family curse, the one I have so effortlessly tried to avoid until recently. We as Addams acknowledge sexuality as a whole, but it's not important when discussing the person you fall in love with. In simple terms, we focus more on the personality of the partner, not the gender. That's not to say there aren't closed-minded members of the family, there definitely are. However, the majority of the Addams don't view sexuality as something that needs to be a conversation when introducing your partner. You're a woman who fell for a man, okay, is he pleasant? You're a woman who fell for a woman, okay, is she pleasant? That's how most of us function. However, not all households are like that, including Enid's.
"Well, isn't this a surprise." My father states, glancing over to my mother as she smiles widely at me and my girlfriend, eventually turning her head back to him.
"How much of a surprise my dear? The only topic of conversation our daughter supplied us with over break was Ms. Sinclair." She responded to him. They quickly begin to discuss whether my infatuation for Enid was obvious or not...in front of me and Enid, citing nearly all of the moments I've ever mentioned her. Every now and then I can feel my girlfriend look down to me, clearly amused as to how much I spoke about her to my mother and father before we even kissed. The tension in the room is lighthearted, which was expected from me, but I don't think Enid was planning on it being so simple...my parents finding out that is. To be completely transparent, I wasn't even intending on traditionally coming out to them. That's not how it works for my family. Rather, you just introduce your partner, and the pieces are put together. My parents just happen to be putting those pieces together out loud...right now.
I look back to the doorway to see the nurse standing there quietly, unsure of whether to interrupt my parents or wait for them to wrap up their gossip session.
"Mother, father." I grab their attention. They both smirk and eagerly look over to me, interested as to what I am going to proceed with. I'm assuming they are expecting something about Enid, but that's not the case. "Must we do this right now? I...appreciate the sentiment, however," I add, shining light on the patiently waiting nurse at the door. I don't want to make them seem like they didn't respond accordingly, to be frank, I don't care. They are supportive of my relationship, I am aware of that, and that's what is important at the end of the day. Matter of fact, I would rather my parents discuss their opinions on the topic privately...I don't think I could physically handle the seer embarrassment with me nearby.
"Oh of course, apologies darling." My mother says, invitingly waving the nurse into the room. She smiles in return, bringing Enid's wheelchair towards her. She pulls it right up next to my bed before sitting down. The nurse grabs my chart from the side table and walks to the front of the room, looking over it quickly. "Camilla, sweetheart, did you have any luck in locating Pubert?" My mother asks the nurse.
Pubert is here?
Contrary to popular belief, I can be quite fond of children...some of them rather. Luckily for my youngest brother, he happens to be of the kind I appreciate. It is indeed pleasant to know he is in the building.
"I apologize Ms. Addams; we haven't been able to find him yet. Rest be assured, we currently have security on the whole floor looking to locate him." Camilla says, turning around to my mother. She shares a concerned expression on her face while my parents look impressed. My mother glances over to my father, smiling widely before she continues.
"How terrific is that? Our baby is learning how to hide from the law enforcement." She says, leaning into my father for a kiss. I look away, not wanting to view the horrific display in front that my parents are about to show. I make eye contact with the nurse Camilla, knowing that if I ask her questions the kissing in the back will come to an end. I don't only want to inquire for that particular reason...I am still curious about everything. Truthfully, all I know is that me and Enid were in an unfortunate accident yesterday.
"What happened exactly?" I ask Camilla. My parents stop the public displays of affection, focusing into the conversation about to be had. "I mean, I am aware of the accident. I'm wondering the specifics, all of them, please."
The room goes quiet as the nurse flips through my report. As she opens her mouth to read, she pauses as someone quickly speaks.
"Camilla. Could you read mine as well? Please." Enid asks. I look to my right, directly at Enid sitting down in her wheelchair. Does she not know what happened either? It's been fifteen hours, did nobody tell her yet? She's been awake much longer than I have. A confused expression is plastered in my face as she looks up to me. "I didn't want to know until you woke up, that way we find out together. You know? Deal with it all together." Enid tells me.
"Do you not remember either?" I ask her.
"I remember what happened until I passed out." She says. A wave of sadness washes over her face, reaching her right hand out to mine. I can she her eyes get watery, and her cheeks become a dull shade of red, but she holds back tears. I hold her hand tightly, noticing the obvious change in her demeanor. "I remember, but I sorta wish I didn't...forgetting would be easier." She says, smiling through the sadness. I hate to think she suffered while I was unconscious. Part of me doesn't want to know what she experienced, but the other part of me wants to hear it all. I want to know how I can make it better...make her feel better.
Enid looks back to Camilla, who gives her an 'are you sure' look. Enid nods her head in response, causing Camilla to walk over to her bed, and grab a chart hanging off the end. She stands in the front of the room, comparing the charts as she gets a clear step-by-step of what happened last night. A few seconds go by as she looks back to everyone in the room, verifying everyone is on board with them being read out loud, my parents included who I am now realizing waited until I woke up to know the details. We all give her a slight nod as she proceeds.
"Well, according to city street cameras Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair were both seen in a 1965 Mustang Convertible at 9:07PM. The car came to stop at the sign, the appropriate amount of time was waited until the car pulled out into the intersection, getting hit on the left side by a dark blue pickup truck...the company and driver for the truck are currently unknown." She reads. I remain still as she speaks, taking in every detail that I can. I shift in my seat as she takes a moment to flip to the next pages, ready to hear as to what exactly happened after I passed out.
"The tires on the Mustang Convertible caught the concrete as the car began to flip, launching sixteen-year-old Wednesday Addams out of the driver's seat. As she was getting ejected from the vehicle, the driver's side door partially impaled the left side of her torso due to the damage from the impact. Street camera footage shows Ms. Addams landing on the nearest sidewalk, appearing unconscious. Seconds later her heart is believed to have stopped beating, leaving her dead." Nurse Camilla states, she glances over to me. I can feel my parents and Enid's eyes on me as well, looking for a reaction but not receiving one. I'm not hiding how I feel about the situation so far. How can I hide how I feel when I don't know how to feel? I watch as nurse Camilla switches to Enid's report, giving her the same look of verification before reading it out loud. Enid nods in response, I look down at her softly. She gives a small smirk before focusing back to Camilla as she starts to read.
"In the passenger seat, sixteen-year-old Enid Sinclair remained in the vehicle after the initial hit, as well as the two full horizontal rotations the Mustang experienced before inevitably landing upside down. Street camera footage shows Ms. Sinclair crawling out of the burning vehicle minutes later. Not even seconds after that, the car engine sparked, resulting in the vehicle bursting into flames. Ms. Sinclair is then shown crawling in the middle of the intersection, believed to have been looking for the driver, Wednesday Addams. Street camera footage then shows Ms. Sinclair crawling to the then deceased driver. She then begins performing CPR on Ms. Addams before falling unconscious herself, dying as a result of her injuries. Local authorities arrived at the scene fifty-three seconds later." As she finishes the police reports, she flips both pages over to our separate medical reports.
I look back to Enid. She's staring to the front of the room at Camilla, the same saddened expression on her face. I now understand why she wishes to forget what she experienced last night. She was in the car that crashed, flipped, and caught fire. She was scared, injured, and lost. Then we she got out, she found me dead. I can't imagine how she felt. If I ever found Enid the way she found me...
...well...
...I to, would wish I could remove that memory.
"Should I read the medical reports?" Camilla kindly but cautiously asks. She can sense the tone in the room, everyone is silent, nobody knows what to say, or how to say it. I can feel Enid's eyes on me, so I look to her. She gently squeezes my hand as I do the same back. I don't normally appreciate doing things with other people, especially if it's something as taxing as medical reports. Although, it's endearing that me and Enid are doing this together, even more so that she waited until I woke up. We both look back to nurse Camilla, nodding our heads for her to continue. She looks back to the sheets of paper.
"Wednesday Addams, sixteen-year-old female was found at the scene barely breathing after being previously dead for four minutes, this is due to a successful emergency CPR performed shortly before paramedics arrival. During the initial impact she had suffered from a sprained left ankle, a broken left wrist, and a fifteen-inch-long gash on the left side of her torso. That same wound travelled 2 1/2 inches deep into her body due to the driver's side door, miraculously missing major organs. At the scene, paramedics treated her left ankle, left wrist, and maintained her substantial amount of blood loss before Ms. Addams was rushed to the nearest emergency room. Upon arrival she immediately received a life-saving blood transfusion, the donor: Fester Addams."
I truthfully don't know how to react. I don't know what to feel. How am I supposed to feel? I was dead, and so was Enid.
I sit back into my bed as I attempt to process what was just read to the group. No wonder the left side of my torso is so irritating at the moment...I was impaled by a 1965 Mustang Convertible door.
That's quite original.
Makes for an impressive scar.
It's possible there is a bright side to everything after all.
I'm not just referring to the scar, primarily Enid. I suppose there will always be a bright side as long as Enid is here.
I am not mad at her, that would be unreasonable for me to suggest. However, I do have a sudden urge to tell Enid if she ever kills herself for me again, I will kill myself directly afterwards so I have the ability to see her, wherever that may be. I know some people have the opinion that I am "reckless," and part of me can understand the reasoning, but little do they know my girlfriend is just as "reckless" as I am. She simply hides it better.
As for Uncle Fester, I'm not shocked that he arrived here so soon after the crash. He's always had a way of sensing fatal accidents. Mostly likely because he is the cause of most of them, but whenever a family member is severely injured, and I'm referring to life-threatening, he is always there for them. Hopefully, I will see him soon. I have a feeling him and Enid would get along quite nicely.
Nurse Camilla clears her throat as she goes on to read Enid's medical report.
"Enid Sinclair, sixteen-year-old female was found unresponsive and dead at the scene. During the initial impact she had suffered from a broken right leg, a dislocated left shoulder, and a mild concussion. Unbeknownst to Ms. Sinclair, she had also suffered from severe abdominal internal bleeding, causing her heart to stop for four minutes after providing CPR to the unconscious driver, Ms. Addams. At the scene, paramedics performed CPR on Ms. Sinclair, saving her life. Upon arrival to the nearest hospital, she was immediately transported into emergency surgery regarding her abdominal internal bleeding."
The room is silent.
Pindrop silent.
A deaf man could hear the person across the room breathing silent.
Me and Enid both look to each other at the same time. She's blank faced, but her eyes remain expressive as ever. It's the same look she gave me before she kissed me, full of love and admiration. Yoko told me that I give Enid the same look, and that was before we started dating. Hell, that was before the night of Divina's party. Regardless, I had denied at the time. Looking back now, I realize how correct she was. I do look at Enid the same way she looks at me, and it's not even intentional, it's just the way my face ever so softens when I see her. An involuntary reaction one could say, but not one that I will complain about.
"I am so sorry." I say, keeping eye contact with her. Her head tilts in curiosity.
"What are you sorry for?" She asks. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, realizing that I truly don't understand why I felt the need to say sorry.
She smirks at me, intertwining our fingers on both of our right hands, setting them on the edge of the bed between us.
"Don't apologize for my actions Wednesday. I know you don't like it, but I will forever risk my life if that means saving yours, and I know you'd do the same for me. If the incident ever occurs where you die saving me..." She stops, gently squeezing my hand. "If you ever died saving me...shit, I would be furious. I don't know if I would be mad at you, or the situation, or both, but I would be mad. But you know...I'd understand, because I would do the same thing for you, over and over, and over again. That's just how we're wired, I guess. So, don't feel the need to say sorry when I do something for your benefit, because if the roles were reversed, you died saving my life, and I said sorry...you would react the same way I am."
I listen to her.
Every word she says, and everything she means.
She's right. I don't like the fact she risked her life for my own, and I don't like that she will continue to do so in the future. I value Enid much more than I value myself, and that is why I find it particularly difficult to be okay with the choice she made last night. However, she's still right. If the roles were reversed, and Enid was the one on the sidewalk, I would have done the same thing she did. I suppose that is just how we are wired.
I will have to get accustomed to breaking this newfound habit of constantly apologizing to my girlfriend...for stuff that doesn't require an apology that is.
Before Enid, I rarely ever felt the need to make sure someone knew that I was apologetic for my actions. Then again, before Enid, I was rarely able to admit that some of my actions were apology worthy. Ever since I met her, that has started to change. At beginning of our friendship, I thought that meant I was becoming weak, changing my attitude for someone that I, at the time, deemed 'no more than a roommate.' It could have been the incident with Tyler at the house that caused me to feel begin feeling guilt more often, or it might have been something before that.
All I know now is that I wasn't becoming weak, and I wasn't changing my attitude for someone who was 'no more than my roommate.'
I was growing as a person, for the better, as a response to meeting a girl whom I now deem "no less than my lover."
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okay, these last few chapters have been on the more serious sideeee. don't worry the chaotic friend group is going to be back extremely soon, so stay tuned mfs.