Disclaimer: Wicked isn't... Come on! You all know how it goes. Everybody!"Wicked isn't mine."
A/N: Please read and review.
: Earlier that day:
"Remember to study for the half-year test tomorrow." Dr. Dillamond called to the departing students.
: Present time:
Elphaba sat at one of the tables in the library, her books and notes strewn everywhere in organized chaos. She had been studying for Dillamond's test as soon as she had finished her classes six hours earlier. She didn't notice how late it was until the librarian turned off half the lights. The woman waited for Elphaba to gather her things before shutting the rest of the lights off.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how late it was," Elphaba said hastily back over her shoulder. The librarian just made a shooing motion with her hands.
'Of all the places, our dorm has to be clear on the other side of campus from the library,' thought Elphaba as she clutched her books to her chest, her book bag filled with notes for her different classes. She walked along the wall where the darkest shadows formed. It was much faster to go along the wall to get back to the dorms than the main path.
Leaves rustled behind her and she quickened her pace. A twig broken and her heart pumps faster. More rustling and she breathes shallowly. Footsteps could be heard, she broke into a dead run. Louder, faster, louder, faster, louder, faster, louder—she felt someone grab her arm. The figure threw her to the ground. A rock on the ground hit the back of her head as she fell, causing her to black out.
Hours later, Elphaba sat up and nearly passed out again from the throbbing pain in her head. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply with her hands behind her head. They feel sticky. She opened her eyes to find them covered in blood. Her dress was torn and the contents of her book bag strewn about. She looked at the ground and saw another puddle of blood: right underneath her. She managed to pull herself to her feet in the gray pre-dawn light with some difficulty. Her breathing was labored as she picked up her things. Other various bruises and sores make walking extremely painful.
At the door to the dorm, she pulled out her key. The door was unlocked, opened, and shut in one swift motion. Galinda lie asleep in her bed. Elphaba dropped her things on the floor near her bed cursing herself for doing so when the books emitted a dull thud on the wood floor. She removed her boots and stockings and squeezed her lips together tightly to keep from screaming in pain. Her hair fell out of its braid and she pulled off her dress, tears welled in her eyes. Elphaba put on her nightgown and crawled into bed, blood running down the back of her neck and between her legs still.
Galinda yawned and did a double take at her friend's bed. There was Elphaba, surrounded by blood, and the blood had Galinda very worried. She walked over to the other girl's bed and stroked the hair away from Elphaba's hawk-like face.
"O Elphie…" Galinda choked down tears herself at the condition of her friend, "What happened?"
"Don't touch me." Elphaba mumbled in reply, recoiling from the bubbly blonde.
"Elphie please, let me help—"
"Leave me alone!"
"I want to help—"
"Go away."
"Don't be like this…Elphie, you're hurt."
"Didn't you hear? Go away!"
"I'm not leaving."
Galinda rapped Elphaba sharply on the head with her fan, but was horrified at what she saw when she pulled it back. A very large amount of blood had managed to find its way onto the fan in the few short seconds it had been in contact with Elphaba's wounded head.
"Elphie I'm so sorry!"
"I said leave me alone!"
"No."
"Just go away!"
A small spinning purple ball of light appeared in front of Galinda, and shot her across the room. Elphaba simply burrowed deeper under her quilt. The blonde shook herself and looked over at the now sleeping Elphaba with tears in her eyes.
A/N: It's pretty short. Review if you would like me to continue, or anything else that would tell me you enjoyed this little first chapter.
