Lied again. Technically, I didn't write this one today, I found it on my computer and did some editing to help clear my head. I ended up with this. It's very dark, much more so than I usually do. Still, I hope you enjoy!

"You let that girl go Elphaba! Right now, do you hear me? Let her go!" Glinda yelled at the Witch standing across from her. Why couldn't Elphie just see that what she was doing was wrong?

Elphaba glared at Glinda, "I don't care what you say Glinda. You're on the Wizard's side, why should I listen to you? I'll do whatever I can to get Dorothy's shoes, even if means killing her!"

"Elphaba!" her friend shouted, shocked. "This isn't like you! She's a little girl, for goodness sake, what did she ever do to you?"

"She stole those shoes and won't give them back!" Elphaba glared at the floor underneath her.

The Good Witch was was exasperated, "Elphaba Thropp, you know fully well that those shoes won 't do anything for you. I know they were Nessa's, but is it really worth threatening to kill a little girl for them? You weren't that close to Nessa, even if you would have done anything for her, it's not worth it!"

"There all that I have left of him!" She covered her mouth, "Her...I meant her!" It was too late, in that single mistake, Glinda realized exactly why Elphaba was so bent on getting those shoes. It wasn't Nessa she was mourning...

"Elphie..." she cautiously put a hand on Elphaba's shoulder, which she shrugged off. "I'm so sorry, Elphie. I miss him greatly, I can't imagine how you feel."

The Wicked Witch spun around, eyes blazing, "How I feel? You want to know how I feel, Glinda? Okay, imagine this; you are hated by all of Oz. Everyone fears you and they refuse to even consider the fact that you have a side to the story too. Your best friend is now your sworn enemy and is part of the plan to send a twelve-year-old to kill you, who just so happened to kill your sister as well. The only person to ever love you has just given himself up to save you and, despite all your efforts, he was murdered for it.

Now, you live with the guilt, sadness, hatred, and regret because no matter how many good deeds you try to do, they are twisted and contorted into being wicked." she spat this last word, making Glinda flinch. "That, Glinda, is how I feel."

"Elphie..."

"Don't you dare 'Elphie' me! I do not need your pity, Glinda Upland! Nothing you say could comfort me. I-I hate you!" With that, she turned and strode out of the room. Glinda stared after her former best friend in disbelief. Grief had changed Elphaba, she wasn't the same as she was before. The fire, passion and self-confidence that had made her Elphaba was now gone, drowned by hopelessness and despair, leaving a hard shell of a Wicked Witch behind. That was the last time Glinda the Good ever saw her best friend, the Wicked Witch of the West.

Wow, that was WAY more depressing than I usually do. Anyway, please tell me what you think, am I any good at writing this sad, depressing stuff, or should I stick with light and fluffy?