A/N. Yes, it's very short.
I stared out of the window, seeing all the happy little children playing with their dollies. Their giggles were like torture. They were all fools and didn't understand how cruel the world is, like me. My name is Wednesday Addams and I'm twelve years old. I never had a friend in my life because they thought I was weird, a freak I sometimes heard them call me. No one in the town likes my family just because we were a little different. We weren't all cheery like everyone else and had our own type of fun. Every time someone came over, I had to deal with the same old fear of them rejecting us. No one else cared about what they think of us; in fact, they seemed to love it when our guests ran away with fear. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my father razor and cut myself in the vein. There was no point in me writing a note to them. They'll probably just laugh and throw it away. It was like I didn't even exist. While my family was playing a 'friendly' fencing competition, I was up in my room crying and bleeding to death. They didn't care, nobody cared.