This is just a story that popped into my head while I was writing another one.
Disclaimer: I 100% DO NOT own Wicked. If I did, my fanfictions would be part of the story plot
Not your fault
"It's my fault," she told Galinda, "that my sister is the way she is." Elphaba had lived with the guilt of killing her mother and crippling her sister her whole life. As she explained why to her new best friend, Elphaba became plagued by the memory of that terrible day.
A two year old version of herself, green skin and all, sat on the floor, staring at the door. Suddenly her father walked into the room.
Upon spotting young Elphaba, he glared at her at her and shouted, "Your mother is dead Elphaba! Dead! All because of you! If you hadn't been born, none of this would have ever happened! Do you hear me? DEAD!"
A tear trailed down Elphaba's face. "I'm sorry." she said quietly, "Is my sister all right?"
"No she is not, thanks to YOU! You ungrateful little brat! Her legs are all twisted up, and she will never be able to walk!
So, to punish you for killing your Mother and crippling your sister, you are to take care of Nessarose. That means tending to her EVERY need. You also must accept and believe the fact that you were the reason for all of this mess! It's all your fault! Do you understand?"
Of course, Elphaba quickly nodded her head, more afraid of her father than ever before. Honestly, she had no idea how any of this was her doing, but she supposed that now it was a fact, and nobody would tell her otherwise.
Elphaba pulled herself out of her memories and finished explaining the predicament to Glinda.
Then her friend said seven words that Elphaba needed to be reassured with many years ago, "That was the milkflower's fault, not yours!" Elphaba life started to change just at that moment.
Virtual Hugs from Elphie and Galinda if you review!