A/N: This is my first Wicked Fanfic. I really hope you like it and I hope I'm accepted into your community. Please review. Help and ideas are greatly appreciated. There is a reason for the way I'm wording the narrative
She sat quietly, curled up into a ball, not one glimmer of her green skin shown, but everyone knew she was there. She was spending all of her life locked up in the Southstairs. All the guards knew her, and they all wanted a piece of her. She was thrown around like an old rag doll. She didn't scream anymore; she knew that one would even care. Her once beautiful glimmering green skin was now a system of scars, burns, cuts, scraps and bruises. Even in her extremely weakened state, she still terrified people. The only person in Southstairs she didn't scare was her cell mate. Her cell mate is the solitary person who knows what happens when midnight rolls around. At midnight, when all the guards are asleep, their cell door opens and the same man walks in. It's the only time the cell mate has seen the witch smile. She has asked the witch numerous times who he was and the witch's answer was always the same 'It doesn't matter.' After answering the girl, the witch would go to sleep, simply to be woken up to be beaten. This time when the cell mate asked who the man was, she was given a different answer. "Do you really want to know, Eayna?" This was one of the few times the witch actully used her cellmate's name. Eayna stared at her in shock and wonder that she gave a different anwer.
"Is it better that I don't know?" Eayna asked, her eyes wondering between the green which and the window, which the moonlight shone threw and reveled the color of the witch.
"Well, you always seem to ask who he is, but if you don't want to, it's fine by me." The witch got up from her normal perch on the bench.
"Wait." She turned around to look at the young girl. "Please tell me who he is." The witch smirked as she returned to her spot.
"You have to promise me not to tell anyone."
"I promised you that the first night I was here." The witch's brown eyes looked directly into Eayna's green ones.
"The man is my husband." Eayna opened her mouth to ask a question when her cell mate threw her hand up. "Questions can wait until tomorrow." With those words she crossed the cell to her mattress. Eayna returned her own mattress and slowly fell asleep as a million questions went threw her head.