A/N: I am so sorry, sorry, sorry for forgetting this. I just couldn't't think of any more things, so I stopped it. Along with my other stories. I was also far too busy with schoolwork. I've decided to put it up, chapter by chapter, with changes because I found there were several things missing. Please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own it, don't sue me. The excerpt in the beginning isn't mine either, it's from Idina Menzel's Still I Can't Be Still. I thought it sort of fit with the chapter.

The insatiable peace

my quest for true serenity

no matter how hard the rain,

the thirst is

the thirst is never ending

no matter how many friends

or angels been sent down

to take me away

they can't make it okay.

As the girl asked for forgiveness, the thing I never got, I furiously lighted my broom and held it over her like a sword, ready to strike. I knew I wouldn't be living for a long time, now that everyone in Oz was after me. I had been shunned and hated since my unfortunate birth, and the people hadn't changed, so why should I accommodate them? Why shouldn't I kill the girl? As I raised the broom higher, my fury rising as well, the lit end of the wretched stick caught my skirt and set it on fire. Dorothy, in what I took to be a pathetic attempt at sucking up to me, flung the bucket at me with the words,

"I will save you!"

It happened all so fast, I barely had time to register what was going on. The water drenched me, putting out the fire blazing on my skirt and hungrily reaching for my legs. I fell to the ground and cried out in protest, but it was no use. I just sat there, looking at the girl, my expression blank. I'd assumed I'd be dead by now, what with the water and all, but all I felt was cold, annoyed, angry, and mostly, shocked. Having avoided water instinctively my entire life, I had never known what it felt like. I hadn't wanted to know what it felt like. But right now, I saw that somehow, I had been wrong. It felt refreshing, like all my worries were being washed away by that cool splash of liquid. However, my relieved realization faded away at my anger at the girl, who was still there. While I was being called wicked, she was being taken for a harmless little angel. Didn't they see what she was? Everything that came in her way, my sister, my pets--and if the water had worked, it would have been me, too--perished, or was murdered. I haven't killed that many people, though I've tried. It was all too puzzling and angering. With a strangled, guttural yell, I lifted the broom higher, over her whimpering head, ready to kill, to finish her once and for all . . .

Then I stopped. I don't know what made me do it, but I just froze in mid-air. With a defeated sigh, I lowered the broom and threw it into the wet bucket, putting out the fire dancing on its bristles. So much for not doing any more good deeds. My common sense told me, 'What are you doing? She killed your sister! You might as well avenge Nessa's death!' But apparently, my common sense had passed away. I looked at the girl, who was still cowering in a corner. Dorothy raised her tear-streaked face up to look at me, and I could tell she was beyond relieved. Slowly, carefully, so I wouldn't lose my nerve, I spoke to her.

"You must go. It isn't safe for you here any more than it is for me." I sighed. "I don't care if you give me the shoes or not, they're just shoes. Hit them together, or smack them against a wall or something, perhaps they're still magic. Maybe that will bring you home." I had to resist the urge to add that maybe, just maybe, if she smacked them against her head, they would give her some of the brains she so desperately needed. Admitting the shoes were nothing special I did with great difficulty, but I realized that they really were just shoes, even if they had a sentimental meaning. Remembering my sister wouldn't bring her back any more than...other certain people.

"Oh, thank you!" Dorothy exclaimed, hugging me. I was so unused to hugs, I instinctively pushed her away. "Aunt Em and Uncle Henry will be so happy! They must have been worried--"

"Just go, won't you!" I said, unwanted tears welling up in my eyes. Apparently, the mention of someone's family loving them in the very least seems to make my eyes all excited. I loathe my tear ducts. With a last, thankful goodbye, Dorothy ran out of the room and down the stairs. I could hear her stomping all the way down to the bottom floor. I walked down the steps and stood there, solemnly watching her kicking and snapping and clicking different parts of her shoes together, clutching a protesting dog in her arms. The toes, the middle, the bottom, the top, and then, the heels. As soon as both heels came together, she disappeared, but without any Wizomania-like special effects, which would have been completely unnecessary. I wasn't shocked, because somehow, I had expected the shoes to be more magical than I had assumed. I had learned to expect surprises and disappointments in my life as a child, and I still had the useful skill. Sighing, I went and unlocked the kitchen, where the Lion, Nanny and Liir were attempting to break down the door. The Lion had rushed the door, and just as I opened it, he toppled out, bemused.

"Hey . . .you're the Witch! Why aren't you dead?" He demanded, rubbing his bottom.

"Hello to you, too." I said, not minding him. It's almost funny how the little cub I had helped in my younger years came back to kill me. But my life's funny that way. I turned to Liir and Nanny, who were looking at me as though I was a green ghost. "The farm girl's not here anymore."

"What did you do to Dorothy?" Liir asked, stepping forward, and showing more bravery than I thought possible for him.

"I just sent her home, you dolt." I snapped back, and whirled around. I stomped towards the room where I had left my broom, and picked it up. It was so very burnt, but not too burnt for me to ride it. I wasn't needed here, and I knew it. Liir would be sulking for ages due to the departure of his one true love, and Nanny would be too old to remember where she was in a couple of months; there would be no need for me, and I doubted if there ever had been. I had taught Chistery well, so he would take care of them. I trudged back to the kitchen and addressed the duo, who were still standing where I had left them. "As I'm not needed here, in my own home--and obviously not welcome, either--" I said, shooting Liir a look. He continued to glare at me angrily. Maybe he could spare some of his courage for the Lion's uses. "I'm leaving. I've had enough of this, and you've all certainly had enough of me. Since I'm not dead, which I assume is quite the tragedy for you all, I might as well let people know. Perhaps I'll get somewhere."

"Bye then! We don't need you anyway!" Liir exclaimed, somewhat half-heartedly, and I had to agree. No one needed me anymore. No one except--possibly--a good friend I had, and who I'd forgiven, despite myself, for her betrayal. Or used to have, if she's angry at me for some reason or other, I thought.

"My thoughts exactly." I declared. I ambled out of the kitchen, and Nanny and Liir followed, leaving the Lion there to lick his honorable battle wounds.

"Bye, Elphie." Said Nanny, who had been watching solemnly the whole time, and I nodded to her. I got on my broom and sailed out of the window, stopping just in front of it. I spoke loudly enough for Nanny and Liir to hear, just them.

"So if you care to find me . . . look to the Emerald City." I said, and Liir waved, a little wave. A reluctant wave that I didn't care for. They didn't need me, and I didn't need them. I had things to do, a person to see. I put on my hood so my green skin wouldn't stand out in the night sky.

I was going to see my old friend.

I was going to Glinda.

A/N: I won't know whether or not you like it if you don't review, so please do!