~A/N~ Long time no write. I'm really sorry but I seriously have had so much homework lately that I haven't been feeling very creative.
Never fear! Here is an idea that has been floating through my head for a few days now!
Rated M for character suicide. (Sorry that its kinda dark and depressing)
I cried for the loss, for how unfair life was, I cried for the fact that I was alone now.
I knew that the servants could hear me, but I really didn't care. They could never know why I was crying, I had promised her that.
Her. The though pained me constantly. Elphaba. She was gone. Never to come back. And I had promised her that I wouldn't clear her name, so no one would ever know the truth about her.
The tears would flood back if I didn't try to block her out of my thoughts, but I could never for long; everything reminded me of her. Now thinking about it, a green city would remind you of a green girl.
I'm not sure when I decided to end everything, but I knew that I couldn't stay strong for long. And when I did crack I almost felt relieved.
It was a 'one-year-Witch-free' ball, and my press secretary told me that I had to go, and I couldn't wear black. Even after I argued that it was death altogether and should be mourned, she forced me into wearing a big fluffy yellow ball gown instead. I think that hurt me, that dress. Yellow was too happy when I was mourning a friend.
At the ball I had to make a speech about how 'good' everything was because the Wicked Witch was gone. I fought back more tears as I spoke, but the moment I was allowed to leave I did. And I cried for hours afterwards. But when I stopped, I stopped feeling. I stopped wanting to feel at all.
I didn't feel bad about wanting to be dead. I hardly ruled Oz, I had politicians to do that, so nothing would fall to shambles. I had already worked to give the animals their rights back so Elphaba's sacrifice wasn't in vain.
So it was decided.
An overdose. In the end I decided that it would be the less painful, but the easiest to insure that no one could save me. I didn't want to be saved.
I stole the pills from a pharmacy on the outskirts of the Emerald City. Well, I say 'stole', but I left money for the medicine and for repairs. I sat in my bedroom looking at the 50 small white capsules in my hand. Slowly, I had them. One at a time. Each time I reminded Elphaba that I would be with her soon.
When I was done I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I could feel myself losing consciousness, but I was awake enough to see a maid walk in and look at me lying on my bad with empty medicine packets all around me.
She screamed, and I smilied.
I remember the relief I felt when the world started to go black forever. I remember my last words.
"Elphaba . . . I've make the tears stop . . ."
I hope you're happy Glinda.
"I am happy Elphie . . . "
And the world went back.