Elphaba
What had I done to deserve this? What happened to me definitely wasn't murder. I don't even think one could call it suicide either. I'm really dead as one may be able to see, at least from my point of view. But, I had to do this and clear myself because I found I have been wrongly misjudged, yes. What has happened to me I feel has not been deserved in the slightest. All I truly wanted was to be with Fiyero, and he told me he wanted to be with me so I faked my death and turned him into a straw man so we could be together. Is it so wrong for us to want this? I guess it is for I can no longer live in Oz and I will never be able to see my dear friend ever again. It is sad and very woundful to be able to do this. But, what am I to do? Am I supposed to be the wicked witch of the west forever? "Wicked witch" is a term or label my peers have given me over the years because they feared me. Well, let them fear no more. Dorothy Gale from Kansas, from the other side of Oz not only feared me but stood up to me. When she threw that bucket of water all over me she vanquished my essence, and that young girl took reason with her. If I had a soul she washed it away this very night. I basically fell through the trap door underneath me into my watery demise. Ding, dong the witch is dead. They are probably singing that at this very moment as I speak, I fear it is true. No one mourns the wicked, do they? I never really felt as if I actually was a wicked person. I was only being who I knew to be, a decent person. Stripped of my dignity, the Wizard of this horrible land saw me as a communicable disease as Madame Morrible had done as well. Why stop there? My own father had done the same thing to me growing up. But, Fiyero was definitely different. And Glinda even came around too, I miss my friend. Now here I am stuck underneath the floor waiting for Fiyero to rescue me and take me away from Oz altogether. It's been such a horrible fate one should succumb to. If anyone should read this know that I am alive and well, with my beloved Fiyero in hand. Together we will find a new place to live, behind the moon? Or beyond the rain maybe it's possibly….. over the rainbow.
The blonde woman wiped away her tears as she spoke to the winged monkey before her, "Chistery, where did you find this? Please explain this to me."
"On your bureau, Miss Glinda."