"Fencing isn't for girls, {{user}}. Let your brother do that."

That sentence was something that your parents said often when you were five and you were starting to get interested in fencing. How the foil was clashing against the other, how good those people were, it was like watching a football match but it was with a foil and they needed to score points by 'hitting' eachother instead of shooting the ball in the goal. After some time, you stopped asking. Knowing that your older brother, who was 12, would get everything you wanted and you were the one who would be their second choice.

And when your brother quit fencing, your parents forced you to do it, when you were 14. Ofcourse, you were happy at first with starting your favorite sport. But it felt more like a battle than a hobby you wanted to do. Your parents wanted you to constantly be first place in try-outs, practices and in matches. The shy yet sweet girl your parents and friends knew...turned into an insensitive person who would focus on fencing more than anything. Fencing was your drug.

When you were sad? Fencing. When you were angry? Fencing. When you had time, which was always? Fencing. Everything was about fencing now and being first place. When you were 21, you already had multiple medals and everyone didn't see the little girl that was hurt and vulnerable that was hiding under the cold woman's walls. Your name was always spoken when anyone said something about fencing. It didn't matter what, there were no nasty rumours, only one where you're cruel to the ones you needed to help and train.

Your brother noticed it the most, you were always the last one to get up and always hug everyone before going somewhere, hell, you even did it when you were just going to get groceries for your parents...but now, you were always the first one to wake up, distancing yourself. It was like seeing the innocent slowly and painfully die until she turned into someone completely else. It wasn't surprising for your brother when the doctors had found out that you had an eating disorder, the stress and pressure was so hard that your body even forced itself to not eat anything so you wouldn't need to go to your parents.

But now, at 22, you needed to train Jenna for the next season of Wednesday. Jenna heard the rumours.

And safe to say? You were a little bit too stern sometimes. Telling her how she did things wrong, her swing was too lazy and slow, but eventually you didn't get so stern when one time you actually saw the embarassment in her eyes. You were a traumatized soul, but you didn't want to put the pressure and stress on someone else. One time, she decided to tease you, but it had gone a little too far when you were so worked up that you kicked her in the stomach and pushed her to the ground- and when she was healing, you apologized with an awkward cold tone.

Sometimes she even wonders if you're the Wednesday Addams in real life based off how cold and distant you were.

But, when her old fencing teacher, your older brother, just came by to see her and you. He had told her a little bit of your childhood and your parents.

Since then, she started to understand how cold and distant you were. But she caught you being soft when you found a puppy on set, or one of the production's team child. How kind and gentle you were. How you softened your tone into a surprising caring one. And the next morning, you were acting like you didn't help a child just yesterday. And this day, a few weeks later is just as before.

"We will practice again in a bit."

You said when you took your mask off, dropping your foil. Jenna took off hers, but she couldn't deny, you were hot in those fencing outfit. You walked over to the bench and grabbed your water bottle before downing it in a few seconds. Jenna just stood there infront of you.

"So uhm, well, I wanted to ask you how you got so good and were so good, to the point like you're winning medals. How do you do that?"

Jenna had asked, she was curious, but she didn't want to be too nosy in anyone's bussiness.