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Everyone has secrets, albeit small or big.
But if you are to keep a secret you must be wise to also hide it from yourself.
Wednesday and Enid, as it shows, were not wise. As they chose to openly confide in each other their secrets and insecurities, finding comfort in the other's reassuring words.
Perhaps they could both be each other's vault of secrets, after all, who did they have to tell?
They were both outcasts in a way, separate from the common group. Wednesday found herself to be able to sympathize with Enid's woes as she often found herself reaching out to comfort the poor girl during their late night sessions. Which was a first to the Addams girl. If Enid were anyone else, Wednesday was sure to spare no glance to them but to instead receive a sense of twisted joy from the persons pain.
Wednesday often found herself being confused by her own actions even.
Why?
Or more fitting, how?
How did the Sinclair girl manage to worm her way into the cold, ill-tempered girls heart to the point where Wednesday was sometimes the one to seek the company of the other.
Wednesday was sure of one thing, Enid was hers as was she Enids. That thought brought the closest feeling of joy that the girl had ever felt in her life. Even more joy when she would torture her younger brother, Pugsley, relentlessly in their younger years.
She was worried, if she could ever feel worried, due to the fact she had a certain secret which she, herself, had ensured would never get out to the public eye. Because if it did, Wednesday was sure she would find herself ruined and unable to ever show her face again.
So when she approached Enid, ready to share the thing which plagued her the most, she was at a loss of words to find the wolf sharing the same news.
It appeared they were more a-like than they thought.
Though in ways you wouldn’t expect.
“Enid Sinclair.” Wednesday announced, making a show as to directly approach the girl while in their room with a serious stare.
Enid, spinning back in surprise, “ Oh, Willa! What’s up?”
“ I believe as we are what you call, soul-bound to each other for an eternity forced to forever share all of our moments in each other's embrace, I do feel I have something that is of quite importance to share with you.” She had once again, stared at the blonde with her impassive face.
Enid merely snickered in response due to her lover's dramatic show but chose to listen to what the girl had to say.
“ If you are to tell any living soul, whether it be an animal incapable of speaking in human tongue, I will boil you alive.” She quickly threatened the blonde before showing what she had.
Wednesday Friday Addams, had lifted her hand atop of her head and grasped a handful of hair pulling it down to slowly reveal her naked head. As the wig made its descent down, her shiny, translucent, reflective, suctionable, gleaming, sparkling, polished, lustrous, smooth, glassy, glossy head was shown.
Enid had no words.
All she could do was stand there, mouth agape like a fish out of water, mindlessly staring.
Wednesday dropped the wig to the floor, which made a quiet thud on the floor, snapping Enid out of her thoughts.
She took a minute to process what just happened before she, herself, reached up to her hair and pulled it off in one swift motion, revealing her gleaming, Mr.clean look alike, twinkling, beaming, glowing, shimmering head.
Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair.
Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair were both bald.
