"Wednesday Friday Addams." The perky instructor called out above the obnoxious private school children.
"Here." Wednesday's voice was load, firm, and still very monotone.
The lesson began shortly after that and the now teenage Addams' mind shifted to new torturous devices for her Sadomasochist brother. Her pale hands flipped through the black notebook in search of a clean page to jot down her ideas. Wednesday found that as time ticked on school became duller and duller; so much so that she questioned herself multiple times why she was in this institution, she would say prison, but her last visit to see her brother was quit enjoyable after he supposedly blew up their last school.
"What are you drawing?" A distinctly male voice whispered from behind her.
"Anguish."
"Can I see?" He asked softly; the question taking her completely off guard. Only one other person, excluding family, was ever interested in her twisted schemes and devices.
Wednesday turned around slowly and took in the boy's appearance. His dark brown hair was straight and fringed over his right eye. His hipster glasses fit the strong lines of his jaw. The clothing though didn't seem to fit him in a way that she wasn't sure about why; since the ripped jeans, leather jacket, and bicycle chain necklace certainly enhanced his attractive smile.
She wordlessly handed over the book and noticed the appreciative, yet mischievous gleam in his almost familiar black eyes. He flipped through the pages and stopped when he landed on a disturbingly vivid sketch of Debbie's electrocution.
"She might have been sloppy, but I still say she's sick."
"Joel." Her voice quivered and almost gave away some emotion that she couldn't even pin-point.
"I know it's been five years, but I did say I would never forget you, Cara Mia."
"Mon Cher." Her lips upturned just enough for Joel to see how happy she was to see him again.
He passed back her notebook and after it landed softly on her desk she turned back to the lesson. Her mind forming no coherent thought and her heart racing. The seventeen year old was out of her element. Pain, torture, even manslaughter? Yes! Anything even remotely emotional? No way in bloody Hell!
A note fell upon the desk addressed to her. She glanced around the small room to figure out who sent it, but it was just a stall tactic. The gothic girl did notice the sneers and envious glances from the other girls. They must have found the former nerd attractive and, as much as she doesn't want to admit it, she doesn't disagree with them.
She slowly opened the page and read over the boy's calligraphy.
Dear Wednesday,
Not once have you left my heart and I am fully aware that you are going to find some genius way of torture for me being so cheesy. However' I don't take it back, you have stolen my heart and if it was anyone else I might be able to take it back. Although we both know I can never face you're deviously beautiful mind.
Meet me near Debbie's grave tonight at midnight. I would love to hear what you have been up to for the past few years. Have you killed your brother yet? How's the other brother? Fester, your parents? Cousin IT and his family?
Yours to forever pity,
Joel G.
Wednesday didn't reply, as only a way to torture the sap with his own patients. That of which she was lacking and the nest nine hours would put her on edge… and NOT in the fun way either.