She craned her neck upwards to get a ful look at the building, dark eyes swallowing every corner of the dark structure. Nevermore looked more crooked and sickly than she had remembered it, she supposed it added what little charm a school could have. Standing before the entrance to the school, she watched as her parents car retreated into the distance, the dark clouds retreating with them, following them home. A small part of her she refused to acknowledge yearned for the dark clouds to stay here, for some small part of familiarity would stay. They went out of sight beyond the treeline, orange leaves obscuring the car.
The emotional farewell her family gave her grew tiresome after the first ten seconds. Their insistence of accompanying her annoyed her to no end, she had left a letter specifically to avoid it. Lurch had taken too long to start the car (something she suspected he did on purpose) and so they accompanied her to Nevermore. Her fathers eyes words echoed in her ears, "My little scorpion, please don't sting too many people this term. Nevermore is a magical place, you'll remember these years fondly."She had to hold back vomit.
Her mothers words also refused to leave her alone, one sentence was all the woman uttered before hugging her and leaving her. "Don't forget what we practiced"
The teen turned and faced the entrance, the door wide open as a blonde blur raced towards her.
Enid was just as Wednesday remembered her, disgustingly colourful and loud, though Wednesday now had a better stomach for both of those. She was wearing a furry, rainbow that made it look like a unicorn vomited on a sheep before it was sheared, navy shorts and pink shoes. The girl was not hard to lose in a crowd.
"Roomy!!" Enid exclaimed, approaching the dark haired girl at a frighteningly quick pace. The blonde girl stopped a step in front of the teen and attempted to wrap her arms around Wednesday, the girl stepping backwards with a disapproving glare on her face.
Enid stopped in her tracks and put her hands up in an appeasing manner, "Got it. Still not much of a hugger, right and I thought we made progress." The blonde pouted for a moment before a look of confusion locked onto her face as she glanced at Wednesday and her belongings. "Where's Thing? He promised to give me that new nail polish he got on his vacation to Scotland."
"He had some business to attend to with Uncle Fester, he should be joining me by the end of the week," Enid smiled at this, "this time however I had to make a compromise with my parents. In exchange for attending this school, I have to allow Thing to submit a weekly report to my parents of my progress. Of course that report will be approved by me before it's submitted to my parents." she stated, her mind momentarily thinking of what her first report should say.
"I... wouldn't expect anything less from you, it's good to see you anyway! I missed you SO much." Enid's smile returned.
Wednesday raised an eyebrow at the girl, "We saw each other exactly 19 days, 2 hours and 14 minutes ago."
Enid produced a smaller but somehow more sickening smile, "Aw, you kept count?"
"I keep count of many events," the pigtailed teen responded, "I've gone 23 days, 17 hours and 22 minutes without threatening to tie up Pugsley and use him as Lion bait, a new record," she stated with a small hint of pride dripping into herself.
The blonde werewolf nodded her head simply, "Impressive? But I know somewhere deep in that icy heart of yours you kept count because you missed me."
"I wouldn't say I missed you, your absence was therapeutic for me. I could write my novel twice as fast when you're not talking to me about whatever random thought came to you that day. My parents enjoyed your company and regrettably Pugsley may or may not have a crush on you, I'm not too sure yet - more investigation is required," Wednesday averted her eyes from the girl, "But I did enjoy our talks."
Enid stood slack-jawed and wide-eyed at the dark haired teen. She had no idea what to say. Wednesday had actually expressed emotion and said she missed her? Was she dreaming?
Wednesday decidedly ignored the girls shock and walked by her into the school, the blonde snapping out of her awe and rushing after the other girl. The pair wondered into the 'Quad' silently, a small smile plastered on Enids face. The space was full of students, all without their uniforms, mingling and talking amongst themselves. Wednesday stepped down onto the grass followed by Enid, both teens sitting down at an empty bench and table.
Enid whipped her phone out and began vigorously texting someone, every couple of seconds she would giggle, the sound grating against Wednesdays ears. The pig-tailed teen observed her surroundings, looking for key information (or as Enid called it gossip) about her classmates.
Her eyes were first drawn to the back together power couple of Bianca and Xavier. Even though Wednesday didn't use her phone that often it was hard to escape that news. Even her parents knew. It was the hot gossip of the unnatural world, not that Wednesday cared. After her last experience, she decided that romance wasn't her strong suit. The couple smiled and giggled with one another to Wednesdays chagrin. Deep down in the part of her black heart that barely beat, she was happy for them, well as close to happy as she could feel.
"Xavier Thorpe, can a Xavier Thorpe please make himself known." a feminine voice called out, the students turned to look at the source. Stood a foot from the grass was a short, dark haired woman whose hair was tied back in a ponytail with a bright red band . She was wearing plain black trousers and a top Wednesday assumed was some kind of sports jersey, it looked similar to one her old highschool wore for soccer. It had a crest that Wednesday didn't recognise, a red circle with a black outline that had three grey castles (two on top and one underneath the two) with a ball on over the top two in the centre. Black and red stripes went vertically down the top.
The called student stood up, looking at the woman nervously, "Uh that's me."
The woman looked towards him and nodded her head, "Okay Xavier, can you follow me for a second."
The teen wordlessly walked away from the bench, walking past Wednesday as he made his way to the woman. Xavier didn't acknowledge Wednesday as he walked by her but a pencil fell out of one of his pockets as he went by. The long haired boy didn't notice and continued onto the dark haired woman. When he got close to the woman she walked back into the school and the teen followed the woman inside, both of them disappearing into the shadows of Nevermore.
"That must be the new principal, Ms Tsukla," Enid began, "I heard she has telekinetic powers similar to Rowans, though she didn't go..." she made a spinning motion with one of her fingers pointing to her head, "kookoo in her teens. You can read all about her, well all I could find about her, on my blog."
She could faintly hear Xavier's voice faintly through the open window near the bench she was sitting at. Curious she turned her head slightly towards the window, not enough to look directly into it but enough to be able to see out of the corner of her eye. Out of it she saw Xavier talking to someone she didn't recognise. A new student she assumed. He was a little shorter than Xavier, had a mop of unkempt brown hair, he had a boyish face that reminded her too much of Tyler. The only aspect of him that stopped him from fully reminding her of her psychotic ex was a long scar on his face. It started at the top of his left temple and ran down his face, his left cheek and ended just at the base of his chin. It was thinner at the base of his chin and at his temple but got thicker the closer it got to his cheek. He also had purple bags under his eyes, enough to make it look like he hadn't slept in weeks. He was wearing a baggy orange jumper, the loose fabric swayed slightly each time he took a step, blue jeans that were also a bit big for him as well as a brown backpack he had swung over his shoulder. Xavier lead him away from the window and walked him out onto the Quad, some students glancing at the pair before turning back to their own conversations. She was facing the new boys back, so she couldn't see what he was saying back but she could read Xavier's lips. She watched as he explained the cliques, the quad, some classes and their apparent new relationship as roommates. Xavier patted him on the shoulder and whatever reaction the other boy gave obviously threw Xavier off of his confidence horse, his shoulders lowered slightly and the smile on his face faltered for a moment. Xavier concluded the tour, said he had to get back to his girlfriend and would continue the tour before dinner. The boy nodded his head and stood standing in the middle of the quad for a moment looking around.
His head turned every way as he looked around for a table to sit at. Wednesday turned her head to look at him and stared as he turned in her direction and for a moment their eyes met and her curiosity peaked. His eyes darted to the empty spot next to her and then to the spot next to Enid. Whatever internal dialogue he had with himself concluded when he-
Her observation was interrupted when something heavy fell down onto the table and Enid squealed. It took everything inside Wednesday not to cover her ears at the sound. She turned around and was greeted with the sight of Enid and Ajax in a loving embrace that made her want to vomit.
The gorgon turned to look at Wednesday, "Hey Wednesday," he began nervously, "Enid told me you went to her place in San Francisco..." he trailed off, not quite knowing what to ask the girl.
Wednesday could at least appreciate his pathetic attempt at small talk with her, even if it was only for Enid's sake, "I did. They were loud, obnoxious and made me regret sleeping there for the short time I was there. It reminded me of my own home."
Ajax sat bewildered at the teens comment, unsure what to make of it. He turned to Enid who looked equally unsure.
Enid gave Wednesday a smile that she liked, one that was vaguely uncomfortable "Uh thanks Wednesday..." the blonde trailed off.
Wednesday nodded her head, "I'm sure you'd say the same about my family."
Enid nervously chuckled, "I'm sure I would."
Both Enid and Ajax's eyes wondered to something over her shoulder, a soft cough from behind her made her turn around in her seat.
There stood Xavier Thorpe looking awkward and uncomfortable, his left hand rubbing the back of his neck. The pig-tailed teen looked at him blankly, she didn't understand what he wanted.#
Xavier released an exasperated sigh, "Uh Wednesday could I uh talk with you for a moment please," he looked to Enid and Ajax, "alone?"
The question hung in the air for a moment, Wednesdays blank stare boring into him, "I suppose," she said. She turned to Enid and with all the sternness she could muster looked Enid directly in the eyes, "Enid protect my bag with your life. You don't want to know what happened to the first person I entrusted with something."
Enid gulped and quickly nodded her head, grabbed the bag and held it tightly to her chest.
Satisfied with her bags protection, the gothic girl followed Xavier into the hallway, stopping at a dark corner next to a headless statue, something she would appreciate under different circumstances.
Wednesday stared as the long haired teen began to talk.
"So... I just wanted to say um... I wanted to say, I wanted to say that... that...."
His eyes darted around the corridor, looking at anything but the menacing girl infront of him. The girl in question raised an eyebrow.
"If you're too nervous to talk then don't, at the moment I'd have a more enlightening conversation if I gave a corpse a typewriter."
Xavier chuckled, "Well it's good to see your sense of humour hasn't changed."
"You're assuming I'm joking?"
The artistic teen adjusted the collar of his top, "Well I guess you aren't wrong. I just wanted to say..." he sucked in a breath, "well ask, are we cool? Like, I don't want to spend the whole school year with a shitty cloud of awkwardness over us. I want to be friends okay?"
She considered what he said, "Well as you said, being friends with me should come with a warning label." She extended her hand out and Xavier looked at it cautiously, "It wont hurt you." He shook her hand. She nodded her head, "Well then, I can say we are now acquaintances."
Xavier gave her an odd look, "I thought we were already acquaintances? What was I to you before then?"
"An annoyance."
Xavier whistled, "At least you're honest," he smiled, "So when do we go from acquaintances to friends?"
"When I deem it appropriate."
"And when do you think that'll be?"
"At your current rate..." she looked up and concentrated on her maths, "potentially before we graduate. Potentially after if you annoy me."
"We'll be friends, no best friends before the end of the year." the boy said confidently.
Wednesday rolled her eyes, "Please, you'll be lucky to have moved past acquaintance and onto colleague phase."
"There's a phase past acquaintance and before friend?"
"There's four actually."
The momentary bewilderment on his face was replaced with a smug look that the gothic teen hated she liked, "Well I'll breeze past those stages."
"You can try."
Xavier laughed and Wednesday had to suppress the small smile that threatened to reveal itself to the world.
"Should I be jealous?" A smooth voice joked from the distance, Xavier smiling as Bianca made her way over to them.
She looked between the two and grinned, "Well?"
Xavier made a serious face, he straightened his eyebrows and clenched his jaw. "No, we're just acquaintances."
"Acquaintances?"
Wednesday nodded her head, "Your boyfriend claims we'll be friends by the end of the year. He couldn't be more wrong."
The Siren nodded her head, "Of course he is, the only friends Wednesday Addams has are Enid and a hand." she joked.
The pig-tailed girl shook her head, "Thing is family, not a friend. That's a very important distinction."
Bianca nodded her head, "Of course of course, we're acquaintances though right?"
"I'd say you're (phase above acquaintance)."
Xavier shook his head in disbelief, "Wait so she gets to be () that and I'm still an acquaintance. That doesn't seem fair."
Bianca looked at her boyfriend, "Well unlike you she didn't accuse he of murder so I've got that on you."
Xavier nodded his head in understanding, "That is true." The couple looked at each other in a way that twisted Wednesdays stomach, both of them staring at each other with their eyes glossed over with the shine of young romance, she suppressed a gag.
"Well as much as I would love to stick around and play third wheel for you both I have to unpack my belongings and begin my hour of writing soon."
Bianca hooked her arm under her boyfriends, "Well we have plans as well. And we can't be late either."
"No we can't." Xavier responded, kissing his girlfriends cheek before looking back to the disgusted teen. "We'll see you later Wednesday, and we'll by friends by then."
The couple began their walk away from Wednesday before the girl remembered something she wanted to ask.
"Xavier!" she called out, walking briskly up to the teen as he turned around.
"Yeah?" he responded as she reached him.
"The new kid, the one you were showing around. Who is he?" she asked.
"Peter Parker, my new roommate and a total mood killer." he muttered.
"What's his story?"
Xavier raised an eyebrow before shrugging, "I have no idea, I never got around to asking and I think I'll leave it for the moment. Whatever his story is isn't a happy one anyway."
Wednesday filed that piece of information away, "What is he? Is he a werewolf, siren, something else? Tell me you at least have some useful information on him."
"Well I only showed him around the school and he barely talked, he looked downright disturbed. He never mentioned what outcast clique he is a part of and I never asked," he looked to Bianca, "is he a Siren?"
Bianca thought for a moment, "No, I don't think so. If he is he's not from a family I recognise and he doesn't look like one."
Wednesday nodded her head, "Well I'll have to ask Enid then, maybe he's a werewolf then."
Xavier grinned at her, "Why so interested in him? He catch your eye?"
"The last boy that caught my eye turned out to be a monster," she said stoically, "but no he hasn't. I'm simply gathering new information about new students and potential new adversaries. If this school term is anything like the last one then we need to be prepared for anything."
Xavier and Bianca looked at each other worriedly, before Bianca spoke up, "But Crackstones gone, Tylers in prison and Christina's gone. All the threads have been tied up. What's there to worry about this year?"
"Always prepare for the unexpected, always be ready for the knife in the back. People who aren't prepared die and I refuse to perish before beating Mary Shelley." With that, the gothic teen walked away from the couple and into the shadows of Nevermore, the confused couple shrugging their shoulders before walking together to their date.
Wednesday didn't like unknowns, she liked seeing the complete picture, every piece of the puzzle. After last semester she refused to be a pawn in someone else's game, this time she'd be the one in control, the one moving the pawns, the one who knew their next ten moves without anyone else knowing. Right now Peter Parker was that unknown, the only student at Nevermore she couldn't study when she was home during break. Enids blog had come in handy, once Thing had shown it to her she couldn't get away from it. Enid didn't realise the treasure trove of information she had at her disposal, she had gossip on everyone whether they were student or teacher. Most of the gossip was useless, something a child would say at recess but she had to give the colourful werewolf one thing, her sources were good. Enid had the name of every new student on her blog two weeks ago, every new first year. Wednesday had time to study their faces, names and what little information Thing could dig up on them. Teachers were also no exception.
Peter Parker was not on that list and Wednesday vowed to find out why.
Wednesday stood in the shadows at the entrance to the quad and observed Peter Parker. She looked only for a few moments before deciding to stop her observation for the moment, she would get plenty of opportunity to observe him at an a less inconvenient time. If he did happen to be up to no good then it wouldn't do her any good to alert him to her suspicions. She had to wait for the opportune moment to strike, but she needed data first. He flinched slightly and put a hand to the back of his head. Wednesday started walking back to the table that Enid and Ajax were at and out of the corner of her eye she could see Peter momentarily look at her before returning his attention to his phone.
Enid still had the bag clutched to her chest when Wednesday sat down, the girl practically flinging the bag onto the table. Wednesday deciding to tease the anxious werewolf, picked up the bag and carefully studied it from every angle. Once she was done her look over she glanced at Enid and nodded her head, "It's in acceptable condition Enid, you have my gratitude."
Enid visibly relaxed and she let out a massive breath. Ajax patted her back before turning to Wednesday and stretched out his hand, "It's good to see you again Wednesday."
The teen stared at the outstretched hand, "Likewise," she said, not shaking his hand. Ajax awkwardly retracted his hand and put it at his side.
"What did Xavier want to talk to you about?" Enid asked, tilting her head in a motion that Wednesday would compare to a dog.
"Nothing much, he just wanted to know if Enid was free for dinner later."
"He did!?" Ajax exclaimed, the teens in the quad (including Peter, Wednesday noticed) looked at them for a second before turning away.
"No you moron, he just wanted to ask whether or not my mother liked the portrait she ordered from him." she deadpanned. The gorgon patted his beanie and nodded his head, "That makes more sense." he murmured. Enid glared at Wednesday, her fangs barely showing, "Don't tease my boyfriend like that Weddy! It's mean. And besides," she kissed his cheek, "he's a sensitive guy." Ajax kissed her on the cheek and before they could begin to gross out Wednesday more the teen stood up, "I'm going to unpack my bags before my stomach unpacks itself onto the pair of you. If you need me Enid you know where to find me. Don't forget my hour of writing is between the hours of seven and eight and I needn't remind you what happens when I'm disturbed during it. Goodbye" She briskly walked away before the sickening duo could respond Ajax patted his beanie and nodded his head, "That makes sense."
Maybe it was the scar.
Maybe it was those eyes.
Maybe it was a combination of both.
Whatever it was, something didn't sit right with the gothic girl, something about him was off. As off as someone could be in a school of outcasts. Peter Parker.
She sat up in bed, slowly as to not wake the sleeping werewolf on the other side of the room. She reached over to her bedside locker and grabbed her phone. Over all of summer break, she had used her phone to text Enid, Uncle Fester (who was using something called a burner phone, it sounded fascinating, a phone that burned its user) and take exactly one picture of her favourite throwing knife. Not once had she used the 'internet', or 'Google'. She turned on her phone and was greeted with a picture of some beach she was unfamiliar beach and would never want to go to, she swiped up and typed in her seven digit code. She fumbled with her phone, swiping aimlessly, unsure where to access this 'Google'. She clicked on the small icon of a 'G' and was greeted with the search bar.
The small keyboard on her phone appeared and she typed in 'Peter Parker' and then pressed enter. The results were disappointing. There were a couple of results for some businessman, an amateur basketball player and a random assortment of Peter Parkers. Not one of them were the Peter Parker she was searching for, she cursed herself for believing the internet would help her, how could she be so naive? When had the internet ever helped anyone?
She shut off her phone and put it back on the locker, sighing. Enid growled and for a brief second Wednesday thought she had woken the other teen, Enid simply rolled over away from Wednesday and pulled her covers back over herself.
The shadows on the ceiling danced as the moon and clouds met, a myriad of shapes spread across the ceiling. Wednesday watched the shapes, observed the shifting colours and thought. It was a miserable day, usually a miserable day was a good one but not this one. She could barely stand near Xavier and Bianca, she reluctantly tolerated Ajax and Enid and the other students would not stop asking her about Crackstone. If there was one thing she could take away from today was that she hadn't had a vision. She made sure not to come into physical contact with anyone, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep this up all year, eventually someone would brush past her or bump into her.
But not today.
Not today.
And with that small victory the teen allowed herself to close her eyes, the blanket of consciousness slowly lifted off her and soon she was dreaming.
Her eyelids fluttered open, light slowly began to register images in her brain. She was looking at a grey tiled ceiling, not the roof of Ophelia Hall.
Where was she?
She lifted her head up and looked around. She was greeted with lockers and a lot of teenagers. Great. She was in a normie highschool.
Wednesday stood up and observed her surroundings, she stood in a corridor with classrooms lining both sides of her, a blue banner hung over a trophy cabinet proudly proclaiming... something. She couldn't read it. The letters were there but not in the right order, she couldn't decipher what they said. She took another look around, this place did look slightly familiar to her. Not the kind of familiar that meant she had been there before, but the kind of familiar you felt when you've seen something from a picture.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud blare and flashing red lights on the ceiling. The fire alarm was going off? Smoke started pouring from down the hallway and she heard the screams of teenagers. The corridor was soon flooded with bodies, people pushing and shoving each other to get to the fire exits. It was chaos, people were crying, shouting and coughing. Wednesday went to push past a kid with glasses that reminded her of Eugene to get closer to the source of the fire but soon realised that wouldn't be necessary, her hand slipped right through the kid.
The frantic kids rushed straight through her, a cold sensation travelled through her body. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation nor was it a pleasant one, it was a sensation. Wednesday would later compare it to running slightly below room temperature water over her entire body.
She got halfway down the corridor when something crashed through a wall behind her and crashed into a row of lockers. The already screaming students still inside the building somehow screamed louder.
Whatever was thrown into the lockers groaned. Wednesday strained her eyes, tried to see who or what it was but to no avail. The smoke was too thick, she could barely see three feet in front of her.
A distorted growl came from the hole in the wall where the body came flying from. Wednesdays eyes widened.
"Grk pppk pprkk" it growled, but to Wednesday it sounded more like choking.
The gothic girl cautiously approached the hole, knowing full well that whatever was on the other side of the hole couldn't hurt her, couldn't touch her. She still approached cautiously, each step careful, delicate.
Smoke and ash billowed out of it. Inside, some dark shape shifted and twisted unnaturally in it. It must have been hunched over because when it stood up straight it was at least over eight feet tall. And its eyes. Its eyes.
They glowed a deep shade of orange and flickered, it was like the eyes themselves were a fire out of control. It reached a hand out of the hole and grabbed the edge of it, unnaturally long green fingers grasped the crumbling wall.
It clenched a fist and fire started in it. It looked at the slumped figure, Wednesday not being able to read any emotion on the monsters face except for one. Rage. Pure unadulterated rage.
"Pprk pakr ppkr!" it roared and the slumped figure whimpered. The thing took a step out and growled, the wild look in its eyes becoming brighter and brighter, its rage was almost palpable. The slumped figure wheezed and and tried to stand up. The smoke became so thick Wednesday couldn't make heads or tails of anything, both the whimpering and monstrous figure became shrouded shapes in the smoke.
The teen took a step forward, then another and another until she was sprinting towards the silhouettes. They never got closer, the harder she ran the further they got away. It was frustrating, infuriating, she needed to get closer. A scream from behind her made her turn, her eyes wide as she stared down the bare corridor. She turned again to try and make her run to the silhouettes again but was met with a blue door in her face. The frothed glass on the door had a bloody hand print on it, starting in the centre of the glass and sliding down towards the bottom right corner of the glass.
Wednesday reached for the bronze handle, as her hand was about to grasp the round knob the door flew open.
Dark Brown eyes met foggy Hazel. Wednesday could only focus on the eyes, her own refused her command to look anywhere else. Those eyes stared at her, through her, pierced her very being. It was a sensation she would prefer to be giving than receiving.
"Help," the eyes whispered, barely audible above the sound of crashing and screaming that seemed to seep through the door and walls. "Help him," pleaded those eyes. Wednesday didn't have time to question the eyes, as she stared at them she could see its reflection behind her in them, eyes burning and hands smoking. Wednesday stood rooted to the spot, trapped, her body no longer listening. In those pleading eyes she watched the black reflection of the thing reach out for her, its long nails brushing at the back of her dark blouse with one hand, the slumped figure from earlier held by the neck in the other.
The slumped figure raised their head and limply reached out for the pleading eyes, "Mi-". The thing roared and the dark room they were in was set ablaze.
Wednesday woke up in a cold sweat, her breath shaky.
She sat up in bed, gulping in breaths of clean cool air. She had a nightmare and not the type she usually enjoyed.
She wiped away the sweat on her forehead and tried to calm her heartbeat.
Deep inhale, slow exhale. Deep inhale, slow exhale.
She glanced over to her side, Enid was still sound asleep in her bed. Wednesday once again found herself reaching for her phone, turning it on which informed her it was 4:03 am. She lied back down in bed and watched the dancing shapes and colours on the ceiling. It felt like there was fog in her brain, everything was fuzzy.
She knew it wasn't a nightmare, everything was too vivid to be a dream. The screams of those teens still echoed in her ears, the smoke still stung her eyes. The finer details of it were foggy however, when she tried to recall what the eyes had plead she drew a blank. Her mind was failing her, she didn't like it.
This was new, she was careful not to touch anybody throughout the whole day and yet this had still happened. As much as she would rather stake herself through the heart, she would have to consult her mother about this, she shuddered. Her power was changing and she needed to know why, she assumed that after she talked to Goody she would finally have at least some control over the visions but things couldn't be tied up in a neat bow like her favourite crime novels. Would she ever have control? Would she always be cautious of touch? Of - she stopped her train of thought. Her mother must have some answers, some solutions and if her mother proved to be a useless teacher than she will figure it out herself. She hadn't touched anything relating to someone, or touched someone so there was no link between the vision and a person. Was it about a person at Nevermore or an outsider? It was a normie highschool so an outsider wasn't out of the picture but she doubted it, she had gone to normie schools before Nevermore and other students had as well.
She refocused her mind back to the vision itself, she had no idea what to do about it. The fog in her brain still hadn't lifted and she doubted it would. Without a full picture and missing vital information there was little investigation work she could do. As much as she despised the thought of becoming reliant of the small social death trap that sat on her locker, at the moment it was her only solution. Google was her idea. A simple Google search. She despised the lack of creativity.
There was one thorn in her side that she couldn't pull out. When was it? Was it a vision of the future? Or of the past? What little details she could recall didn't help her, there was nothing in it that definitively placed it at a certain time.
It involved someone, but who? Is it someone that's in Nevermore or an outsider? If it was a normie than it had to be an outsider. But if this outsider
As she lay in bed and considered the vision, a better question came to her, a more pressing one.
When was it? Was it a vision of the future? Or the past?