The first thing he had noticed about her when they had first met was that it was like she had a switch inside of her. She could instantly become a different person in a matter of seconds and then switch back to her normal self. It was frightening really. He had found it intimidating when he had witnessed it firsthand, but now it was just a daily occurrence.

Chuffrey had never met another person who could do such a thing. He supposed it was her way of coping, of dealing with the cruel reality in which she lived in, but even still. It was beyond terrifying. He never knew when she was going to snap out of it or not.

He watched as she posed for the cameras on the stones of a sidewalk in the Emerald City, smiling aimlessly as her eyes twinkled with fake excitement. The flashes the cameras made bounced off of her like she was this untouchable force to be reckoned with. The noise of the crowd had grown to a loud humming with no words to be distinguished. That infamous blonde hair retracted the light from the cameras right back at the photographers, her eyes gleamed with a false pretense of happiness, and her smile made her look like she was glowing.

Only Chuffrey and her personal staff knew how much pain was held back in that smile. They were the only ones who knew of her suffering and yet they still said nothing. She had an image to uphold, to maintain and they were not allowed to get in the way of that. No matter how concerned they were about her well being.

"You look marvelous, Glinda!"

"Show us a smile over here, Your Goodness!"

The shouts and screams were all audible to her. He saw that with each shout, her smile dimmed bit by bit. But she would never let it falter, no that was not how she was taught to act. She was as close as the citizens of Oz had to a celebrity, as close as they were going to get to someone who was in cohorts with The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and they loved her.

They needed and wanted her… even when she didn't need or want them.

She continued to smile and pose in her short dress of periwinkle blue with sequins adorned on the bodice, a tiara on her curls. She winked at the eligible bachelors, an act that earned her hoots and hollers. She blew kisses to the young men who called out her name, revealed a bit more skin than necessary as she twirled around in delight. She was having a great time showing off and teasing with their affections and emotions.

Then her advisor, the most fish-like woman Chuffrey had ever seen, Madame Morrible pulled on her arm roughly and forcefully, away from the crowds and excused her from the scene.

Chuffrey followed at a distance, knowing that she would need him in a few minutes once they got away.

"What was that all about, huh?" the blonde addressed the Madame once they got into their designated carriage. She sat next to Chuffrey and across from Morrible, "I was having fun!"

"Too much fun," reprimanded Morrible as she adjusted her high collar on that ridiculous lime green dress she wore, "You forgot your place while you were flirting around with those photographers, Mrs. Chuffrey."

"I did not forget, Madame," snapped Glinda, "I know exactly what my place is."

Morrible smirked lightly, "Then you will know how precariously this situation is and how seriously your actions must be taken. Oz is on the brink of collapsing in on itself due to the Witch's terror. You cannot go flirting with all the men at every press event!"

Glinda scowled and crossed her thin arms over her chest.

"I was just trying to give them something to be happy about," she said in defense. Chuffrey put a hand on her arm, to steady her escalating emotions towards her advisor. He whispered comforting words into her ear but she would have none of it. She pushed his body away with a delicate hand, "Not now, I need my pills I have such a migraine coming on," she complained.

Chuffrey and Morrible exchanged worried glances. They had been trying now for a week to get Glinda off her pills and so far she had not asked for them, until today at least.

"They're back at the Palace," said Morrible stiffly as she bore her eyes into the blonde's face.

"Well someone can go get them for me, or we could just go home," Glinda said tensely. Her lips had transformed from her lovely smile to an annoyed grimace. Her eyes turned cold and hard and she suddenly looked years older. A hand ran through her hair in anger and she huffed loudly.

She leaned her head against the door of the carriage and closed her eyes, saying no more. She was tired and exhausted from the day and she was also done with their incompetence towards her needs. If they all expected her to be their puppet they were going to have to give her what she wants. She was not going to be used with nothing in return.

She didn't know how much more of this she could take. The pictures, press conferences, the lying and the fake life she pretended to lead. She would be surprised as hell if anyone knew her real name anymore. Everyone knew her as Glinda the Good, or Glinda Chuffrey, or Lady Chuffrey.

Her former self was slowly slipping away into oblivion, fading away like she never even existed. But Glinda wanted her back. She just didn't know how to get 'Galinda Upland' back.

"I don't want to be her anymore," half-begged Glinda in her sleep. It was a dream that she wished to make a reality. It was a wish that her heart made and it was the most hopeful wish that she had ever made and one that would probably not get granted until it was too late.

Her subconscious seemed to know that too, for she said her plea so quietly that no one, not even the air in the carriage, heard it.

I know I shouldn't be starting another story considering I haven't even finished the ones I have now but I'm going to. This one is based off of the interesting documentary I watched on Marilyn Monroe called Love, Marilyn. It was very interesting and I finally realized that I associate Glinda as a Marilyn Monroe type figure and I decided to write this. More to come, so stay tuned!

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