Wicked
That's what they call me. Well, rarely to my face, but still…
I can understand why they did it in the beginning. I was a member of the Brotherhood, and that team was headed to jail fast. But even when I was a hero? Even when I was a baby?
I did bad things; but am I excusable for my actions? Can I plead insanity? Can I be depraved on account I was deprived?
Now, of course, it shouldn't matter; I stepped away from all that for a reason. No more questions, no more tests; no more riddles, no more jests.
No more feelings…
I ran away from what could argue was my responsibility. Well, don't I deserve happiness? For so long, every day of my life was stressful, chaotic.
I left behind so many to try to care for those that I thought never would leave. But I guess it's my fate to be abandoned by men. I guess the only ones you can truly trust are the ones you make.
I know I'm confusing you. But sit down, and I'll explain. How I started out, how I fell, how I became the Scarlet Witch, how I became a hero, how I became loved, how I became loving, how I turned…Wicked.