Prompt: Enid struggles with memories and Wednesday comforts her. 

Tw: Non graphic S/A 

If someone were to ask Enid what she was doing in that moment, she wouldn't have had a response. It happened whenever she was stressed, but she couldn't really explain it.

Her feet felt raw from pacing back and forth in a short line, and with a glance at the clock, she deemed it had been about five hours, though it didn't feel that long, she was in her thoughts, at least the ones trying to keep her out of the others.

Each thought tripped closer and closer to a bad one, but she pushed them away. It wasn't that Enid didn't want to cry, in fact, that would have been amazing, just to let her emotions run loose, let herself fall to the floor in tears, but that wasn't why she forced herself to hold back the memories, truly, she didn't want to see them again, see the things that lurked in the base of her consensus, the things her brain had deemed horrid enough to force her to forget a majority of the time. So she paced.

"One, two, three," the words repeated over and over again, the only ones she felt the needed to say, the only words that Enid found herself comfortable within moments like these. She had always liked groups of three. Her steps followed each word, then she would turn and go back the other way.

The sound of a bone snapping filled her brain, and she pushed it out. One. Two. Three. Turn. If she held on, the thoughts would go away, she didn't need to think about them. Leaves crinkling under her body as it flew into the ground. Turn. The tang of blood filling her mouth. Turn. Where were her numbers going? Where was her stability?

"One. Two. Three." Enid turned, her teeth clamped together. Turn. You missed your turn. Re count. What was messing her up, and odd muffled sound pressed against her consensus. Ignore it. Count. Turn.

Just as she was about to turn for what seemed to be the millionth time, something hit her arm, perhaps a claw, someone trying to kill her, she would accept it to get rid of the memories, the fears, weaknesses in her brain.

"Enid." Ah, so the muffled sound had been her name. Her legs itched to keep moving, keep counting, not let her brain keep up. "Enid, please."

Whatever the person pleaded for, Enid didn't care. She had to keep moving, she had to run away. Enid pulled away from the thing on her arm and attempted to continue walking, but it returned, it's grip tighter.

"Look at me." She couldn't, all she could look at were her hands, her shaking, pale hands. A hand grasped the bottom of her chin, and though strong, it was gentle in leading her chin upward until she found her eyes locked to someone else's, yet in that moment, her numbers and even steps left. The memories would keep up, but who's eyes were those, they looked like her roommate, but she knew that was false, Wednesday wouldn't attempt to aid.

"Breath." Enid hadn't noticed how fast her breaths had been, perhaps slow breaths of three, but how would she count that? There were so many ways. "Listen to my breath."

A soft blow against her ear with each ex hail of the person who aided her. Grounding her back to the present. In, out, in, three.

"Good, now let my voice distract you, just listen to me. If you can, tell me what to talk about, I can try."

Some semi-understandable sentence flipped its way through her lips, and she almost flushed in humiliation as Wednesday started to talk about music, it was Wednesday, she was the only one who could talk about jazz for hours, yet why would she even bother to help?

"Just keep listening to me," Wednesday would whisper between sentences, her hand caressing Enid's cheek, the tips of her fingers callused from all her cello playing. Something about the roughness grounded her more, yet the thoughts wouldn't go away. 

"Ella Fitzgerald, tell me more about her," Enid's voice felt distant as if it wasn't coming from her own body.

"Queen of Jazz, First Lady of Song, many people have various names for her," Wednesday continued to talk, she didn't even seem to think about it, she just knew everything there was to ask. Enid wondered how long she spent hunched over books, reading until her eyes hurt. Knowing Wednesday hunched was just a figure of speech, she read with her back straight as a board. 

Though the one sided conversation continued for at least another thirty minutes, Enid found herself wanting to pull away and resume her prior distractions. The walls seemed to be closing in, walls of memories at least, and the sight of Wednesday only triggered them more, after all, had she not been the person Enid was trying to help? 

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Wednesday knew she was messing up in some way, though she wished she could figure out what. Enid's eyes looked glossy and unfocused the more she talked, even as she ventured from her interests to the things she had picked up about Enid's. For goodness sake, at one point she found herself talking about Taylor Swift in a desperate attempt to catch more of Enid's attention, but she could tell it was of no use.

Though it didn't happen to her, Wednesday was fairly familiar with dissociative states. When things overwhelmed her mother, she often shut herself in her room, hardly even responding to her father in those times. On an occasion, Wednesday would hear sobbing from inside the room, though she never went in, not wanting to be a bother. 

Her heart pound against her chest as she mumbled out more words, simply at a loss of what to do, helping never had been her thing, but Enid was her roommate and girlfriend, seeing her in this state made her heart pang horribly, as much as she hated to admit it. 

A  hand cupped over her own, and Enid pulled Wednesday's hand away from her face, her entire body shaking. Wednesday was at a loss for words, she couldn't help, she didn't know how to help. 

"Wednesday..." A tear rolled down Enid's cheek, and though she was staring right at her, Wednesday could tell her mind was bouncing her around in cruel places, she was anything but the present. "Please, make them go away."

"Make what go away?" A stupid question, yet she had no clue what the propper response would be to tears. 

Enid didn't respond, and Wednesday just about lost it when her knees buckled under her and she nearly slammed her head on the ground. "Hey, hey, you're okay, listen to me Enid, stay with me here, stay in the present." Her ears rung, like all her blood was pooling in them, and her skin felt clammy. Perhaps this was the emotional fear Pugsly had explained to her. 

"Deep breaths, Enid, please."

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Enid was choking, her airway blocked as a strong hand pressed her into the wall, fingers curling into her neck. She didn't know where she was, but the feeling of hair covered her entire body, and perhaps the wall was a large tree stump. 

With a spike of panic, Enid looked at her captive. The hyde. Sudeently she was thrashing, she had to get out, was Wednesday safe? What about the rest of the school, she had to kill the hyde, yet her vision was starting to blur at the edges. Where was she? What was going on? What-

The scene shifted, and Enid gasped as her throat was freed. "Wednesday?!" She called out desperately, hoping she was somewhere nearby. 

"Who's Wednesday?" Her oldest cousin rolled his eyes at her, his eyes running her up and down. No. No this wasn't happening again. "Oh my dear, not the face of panic, just come here Enid, it will be fun." He grinned. 

"Leave me alone," her voice shook, neausa rolled in her stomach. 

"That's no fun."

Before Enid could as much as think, his hands were around her hips, nails digging into her stomach. "Get off me!" She screamed, trying to push him away, but he was stronger.

"Oh, but my dear..." the scene shifted again before he could finish.

Memory after memory played in her head, she found herself gasping and turning, her entire body soaked with sweat. Where she was blurred into nothingness, and soon enough she just let the scenes unravel, not bothering to interfere anymore, change anything. 

"Enid," the voice seemed close to her, yet no one was. She was sitting alone on a track and field course, her knees scraped up from some kid tripping her, who now ran way ahead. "Come on, you are safe, hug me back, please." 

Warmth shot through Enid's body. Wednsday. She was safe, this was a memory, it wasn't happening again. Her hand clasped around soft fabric. Wednesday's cardigan. 

"Nes?" she whispered softly. Her eyes and cheeks felt raw, her face pressed against Wednesday's chest. A sigh of relief at the sound of her voice.

"Yes?"

"Don't let go of me, please."

The hug tightened around her, Wednesday's sweet coes of love rattling her brain. "I never will."

A/N: might do a Pt two, I'm tried idk, hope this was good