This is not my first fan fiction I have written but it's the first one I put online. I am in the middle of one right now and I will post that one later but here is a little one shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked
The note
Magic. It's one single word but it means so much to me. My magic should be good but everything I do turns out bad. What does that make me? A savior, a saint, a sinner, or does that make me nothing. Yes, that's it, nothing. I was something once. I had somewhat of a family, a friend, a lover, and a dream. But one man and a simple answer set my fate. And now because of that answer, that simple answer, that stupid simple answer. My best friend betrayed me, my sister was killed , and my lover is in pain or dying all because of that answer, that man, me. So I sit here and write this letter for anyone who has found this or even wants to read this. But I can't blame myself for all of it. No. My best friend chose her fate also. The fate to betray me and everyone. She may seem perfect but inside I know she has the same guilt I have. She chose wrong and I chose there even a right answer in this world or is there only things that we believe are right. And my lover. What or who chose his fate. Love chose his fate. And all because of stupid love he had to die. He died for me. I didn't deserve him or his love. But he gave it to me anyways. I truly regret not accepting it earlier thou. So, yes, call me what you will: a witch, wicked, the devils child. But I'm nothing more than a person with guilt and regret. So please, I beg of you forgive this Wicked Witch of the West.
Elphaba T.
(aka Wicked Witch)