Wednesday's Child Is Full Of Woe Pt. 6

Bold and Italics=POV Change

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Bold and Italics=Vision

Narrator's POV

 We now see an overview of the town Jericho. It looks like they are setting up for a festival. We zoom in on a van stopping in front of a building. We see Principle Weems, with two other people with her. They are Wednesday and Y/N, as they both have therapy session at the same time. Y/N was not happy with the arrangement of sharing her session with someone, no matter the person she is sharing it with is her mate. She doesn't want her mate to know about her baggage this early on.

Y/N's POV

  Why do I have to share my sessions with her, I thought in my head. Principal Weems knows I don't want anyone to know about my past, and she does this shit. I thought I could trust her, but apparently not. Maybe, with Wednesday there, Dr. Kinbott won't talk about me. That could be a fucking miracle. Wednesday turned around and looked at me, probably sensing my mood. She saw the scowl on my face and frowned. I sighed and looked away, and that is when Weems started to talk to Wednesday.

Wednesday's POV

 I could feel Y/N mood turning sour, so I turned around to look at her. I saw a scowl on her face, and I frowned as I didn't like that face on her. She should be smiling, I thought then shook that thought away. I saw that she sighed and looked away. I'm wondering why she is like this. This is when Weems started to talk to me.

 "Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor," she told me, "other Nevermore students swear by her."

 "You'll be here until we're done," I asked referring to both Y/N and I. I have decided to take Y/N with me. She is my mate, so she will come with as she is mine.

 "Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate," Weems said with a smile. I saw Y/N perk up at this. So she likes hot chocolate, I thought.

 "Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you," I told her, while getting out. Y/N did the same, still with a scowl on her face. I turned around to continue, "and chauffeuring your students around is below your pay grade."

 "Given your history, I'm sure you're intent on running away," she told me with a smile, "I'm here to prevent that from happening."

 "I wish you luck," I said, shutting the door. I walked with Y/N towards the building to begin my session.

~Line Break~

 "I read the notes from your school counselor," Dr. Kinbott told me as we all walked up the stairs. Y/N was fidgeting, so Dr. Kinbott gave her something to mess with.

 "Mrs. Bronstein. She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical," I responded flatly. Y/N looked at me, raising one of her eyebrows.

 "Go ahead and take a seat," Dr Kinbott told me, to which I did, "how did you feel about that?"

 "Vindicated," I replied, "but someone who crochets for a hobby isn't a worthy adversary."

 "Adversary," Dr. Kinbott said looking at me, "I hope we can forge a relationship based on trust and mutual respect, like Y/N and myself have."

 At this I looked at Y/N and she just kept fidgeting with her fingers and this spinner, that I heard is called a fidget spinner. She really looks uncomfortable, and I don't know why.

 "This is a safe space, Wednesday," Dr. Kinbott told me, probably in hopes I would cooperate with her, "a sanctuary where we can discuss anything. What you're thinking, feeling, your views on the world, personal philosophy."

 "That's easy. I think that this is a waste of time," I told, and I heard Y/N snort a little which caused me to stifle my smirk a little, "I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed."

 I caught Y/N looking at me with a slight frown and furrowed eyebrows. I really wish I could hear what goes through her head. Yes, then we'll know what's wrong with her and who has hurt her, my alpha spoke up. I'm unfortunately loosing my will to fight this mate bond. I am getting closer to accepting her. 

 "So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother," Dr. Kinbott said, and I saw Y/N tense up at the word bullies. This makes me think that she was bullied, and this does not sit well with me. Before I could continue my monologue, Dr. Kinbott continued, "your response is to dump piranha in the pool."

 At this Y/N looked at me with this look in her eyes, that I couldn't quit place the name of.

 "You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight," I replied to her, "unless it's concealed."

 "Point is, you assaulted a boy, and show no remorse for your actions," Dr. Kinbott told me, "that's why you're here. He lost a testicle."

 Out the corner of my eye, I could tell Y/N was trying to hold in her laughter. Probably so she wouldn't get in trouble.

 "I did the world a favor. People like Dalton shouldn't procreate," I told her, which I saw my omega nod slightly in agreement, " I've answered all your questions."

 I told her, and got up to leave. I was getting quit tired of this session already.

 "We're not done yet. Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself," she told me, and I sat back down, "it can teach you new ways to deal with your emotions. It can also help you build a life that you want."

 She then looked at Y/N, who quickly sat up straight. I didn't like that she sat up quickly, like she is being forced to do so.

 "Like how, Y/N here, found out she wants a psychologist, though we are working on her stutter to help her out with that, or a jewelry maker, as she is fantastic with creating I mean look at her rings, she made them herself," Dr. Kinbott told me with what sounded like pride in her voice. I looked at the rings on my omega's hand, and they are like professionally done. Though I already know what I want to do.

 "I know the life that I want," I told her.

 "Tell me about it. Everything said in these sessions is strictly confidential," she told me. I found this to be hypocritical as she just told me what my mate wants to do in her life, and I saw Y/N looking at Dr. Kinbott with a frown at what she said, "do your plans involve becoming an author? I understand you've written three novels about a teen girl detective, Viper De La Muerte. Can you tell me about her?"

 "Viper is smart, perceptive, chronically misunderstood," I told her, not liking how she brought my novels into this. 

 "Any luck getting your work published," Dr. Kinbott asked me.

 "Editors are short-sighted, fear-based life forms," I replied flatly, "one once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggested I seek psychiatric help. Ironic, isn't it?"

 "Hmm. How did you take that," she asked.

 "I sent her a "thank you," I replied, internally smirking at what I did to the woman who dared say that about my novels.

Narrator's POV

 A seen is showed Wednesday putting multiple mousetraps in a box. Then it showed a woman opening said box, sticking her hand in, which caused a mousetrap to set off on her hand and causing her to scream in pain.

Wednesday's POV

 "I've always been open to constructive criticism," I told her. Y/N looked at me, like she didn't believe what I just said.

 "I'm glad to hear that. Because I was sent the manuscripts as part of you psych evaluation (which pissed me off, like, just because someone wrote something with stuff that is morbid, doesn't mean they are psychotic or something). The relationship I found most intriguing was that of Viper and her mother, Dominica. Why don't we dig into that," she told me. I didn't want to get into this detail at all, and for the first time, I was very uncomfortable, which alerted Y/N as she sent me calming pheromones, "part of this journey requires us going to uncomfortable places emotionally."

 "I don't travel well," I told her, "would you mind if Y/N and I use the powder room first?"

 She nods her head and points me towards where it would be. Both Y/N and I went to the rooms. I have decided that Y/N needs to come with me, as I don't think I can live without her. I locked the door and looked around. I saw the window in the back and went to it, and accidently knocked something over.

 "Wednesday? Is everything okay," I heard Dr. Kinbott call out, "you can't hide for the rest of the session."

 "I'm all right," I replied, "just preparing myself for our uncomfortable journey. Nail file."

 After I said that, Thing gave me a nail file, and I heard Y/N gasped in surprise at Things entrance. I ignored her and worked on getting the window open, which finally I did and climbed out. Y/N followed me out and we both made our way to the ledge of the roof. We slid down the gutter. We walked around and saw Principal Weems talking on the phone, completely oblivious to our presence. We continued to walk, when I bumped into a man, which thew me into a vision.

 The farmer was on his phone while driving, when he looked up in fear. It changed to a bunch of apples falling onto the road. Then it showed the farmer with his neck broken.

 I finally came out of the vision with Y/N looking at me with a concerned look. I was about to tell her she didn't have anything to worry about when I was rudely interrupted by the farmer.

 "Who let you out? You goddamn weirdos," he said to both of us. 

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