Author's Note: The beginning might make Nessa seem a bit mean, but I actually think she is very interesting and very misunderstood. Nessa is about 15 and Elphaba is about 16 (I think they are about a year apart). Please enjoy! ~bwayfan25
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Elphaba flipped the switch on the gas lamp in the bedroom she shared with Nessa. Much to her surprise, Nessa was fully dressed for bed, but was fast asleep in her chair.
"Nessa?" Elphaba whispered. "Nessa?
Nessarose jerked awake, and yawned.
"Why aren't you in bed?" Elphaba asked, sitting on her own bed and adjusting her pillows.
"I'm too tired to get into bed. I don't have enough energy," Nessa said, rolling her neck to stretch it out.
"Oh come on," Elphaba retorted, annoyed. "What could you have possibly done that wore you tired so much?"
Nessa was taken aback. Elphaba never took this tone with her.
"You obviously don't understand how exhausted I get every day," Nessa said. Elphaba snorted.
"Really? Sitting all day and being fawned over? It must be so tiring," ELphaba spat.
"Like you have it any worse? It must be so horrible to be able to have four working limbs!" Nessa retorted, her body shaking.
"Yeah…well…I" Elphaba panted, trying to make up a comeback, but she had none.
"And you know, while we're on the subject, you are really mean sometimes, you know that?" Nessa was seething, but she too was running out of things to say,. But then she thought of a big one, one that she would regret the moment it came out. But she couldn't stop now.
"Sometimes… I wish you had never been born! If it wasn't for you,…everything would be so much better!" Nessa shouted, her face changing from anger to utter horror at what she had just said.
"Yeah? Well, sometimes I wish I had never been born, too!"
Elphaba rolled over. Tears burned in her eyes.
Nessa's right. Let me never have been born. Let me never have been born… let me never… let me… let…me…
Nessa's sobs and apologies grew more and more distant, and soon Elpahaba felt a strange sensation. IT was like floating. She opened her eyes. All she could see was white.
White. White walls, white ceiling, white fog, white skin…
ELphaba jumped to her feet, unable to believe her eyes. Her hands were white. Pale and normal colored.
She pinched her arm. It hurt.
Then it's not a dream…she thought.
Her eyes panned the scene. It wasn't exactly a room. It was more of a, for lack of a better word, place. The fog rolled around. But then, she saw movement.
A figure. A woman, of medium build and light brown hair was walking towards her. Her face looked very familiar.
It wasn't Nessa, but it was someone who looked like Nessa. Or rather, someone Nessa looked like…
"Mother?" Elphaba said in the direction of the figure.
The figure came into view, and sure enough, it was Melena, her face as young and vibrant as in life.
"Yes, my dear. And I have to say, I am very disappointed to have heard those words come out of your mouth."
Elphaba stared. What was her mother talking about?
"You know what I'm talking about, Elphaba Thropp," Melena said firmly.
Elpahab thought hard before heaving a sigh.
"I'm sorry. I just… Nessa was upset… and I… said it without thinking," Elphaba spoke in a low voice, though Melena caught every word.
"I know, and I can tell you I will be visiting her soon. But, for now, I'm here with you," Melena said, beginning to pace.
"When I died, I became your Guardian. Well, both you and your sister. It's a bit like a guardian angel, except I very rarely actually change something on your behalf. I normally can't. I just watch over you and make sure that you lead your lives. And I know it's not very happy for either of you, but nevertheless, they are your lives and you only get one. But you, my dear" she saidm turning to face Elphaba, "want it to end. Or rather, never have begun in the first place. I brought you here because you don't understand how much it pains me to have one of my daughters regret their life that much. So, I need to instruct you on why you must continue to live. Even if you don't feel like doing it for you, you know at least one person in Oz who would want to die without you."
Elphaba hung her head slightly.
"I know you're talking about Nessa, but you heard what she said before I got…here. She doesn't like me. Just like everyone else."
"You're sister was very upset. You both often fail to see each other's lives in the other's perspective. But she loves you very, very dearly. You might believe that she does so only because you provide for her, but that is false. You are always there for her, whatever she may need. You do selflessly, and you love her very, very dearly as well. And, right now on Oz, you are in avery deep sleep. What if you never woke up? Nessarose would live the rest of her life never having apologized for her words. She possibly would even blame herself for your death. And, your sister is not as strong as you are. Had she lived to believe you died because of her, her rationality would lead her to, most likely, take her own life."
"Alright, I get it," Elphaba said, a bit more firmly than she'd have liked. "I need to live because Nessa still cares for me. But if I had never been born… I no one had ever been green… she'd have a normal life! She wouldn't miss me, because she would have never even known me! Without me, she'd have a better life."
"I understand you view, but you lack understanding of just what that decision would cause. But that Is why you are here. Normally, the thought, the wish you mdae would be permanent; I managed, however, to find a loophole. You will see parts of Nessarose's life in two versions. One is the life you'd have imagined for her, and one is the one more likely to occur. After seeing both, you may make your decision, and that outcome becomes permanent. Should you choose to neglect this, your choice becomes permanent immediately, and you will be erased from history."
"So," Melena pulled herself up to her full height. "Do you wish to see the lives of your sister, or do you wish to be erased now?"
Elphaba sighed, then took a step forward.
"I'll see the versions of her life. Then I'll choose."
"I thought so," Melena said, smiling. She offered her hand. "Shall we begin?"
Elphaba nodded. Grabbing her mother's hand, she inhaled a large breath.
And everything went white.