Rainbow: I live!

Star: Cool it, Frankenstein. Not everybody's excited about that.

Rainbow: Oh hush! I'm enjoying myself! Speaking of which, it's time for another fic for The Witch's House!

Star: Again? Really?

Rainbow: I told you I had ideas for another one!

Star: Yeah, but you just finished one! In fact, that was the last thing you wrote about before your hiatus! Do you really think people want to read more of that?

Rainbow: Well, I want to write about it. Besides, there hasn't been a ton of updates to the section while I've been gone, and it's the fandom that's gathered the most responses for me. I guess I have a soft spot for the people here. And also, Viola and Ellen.

Star: Don't tell me it's another romance fic.

Rainbow: Well… Kind of yes and kind of no. I still love Viollen though.

Star: Please stop trying to make that the ship name.

Rainbow: Yeah, yeah, I'll get on with it. Let's roll the fic!

Boring. That's really the only word that comes to mind as I wait for the next interviewee to enter. Damn him. Damien just handing out all his work to everyone to do for him. I can feel my eye twitch a little in annoyance. He's a freeloader, or at least that's what I would say if he wasn't my boss. Or the CEO of the entire company. "It's just one day, Ellen. Besides, you mentioned that you needed another author anyway. Why don't you do some scouting to see if there are any promising recruits."

Like Hell! He just wants to go out on a date with one of his cheap secretaries.

Whatever. Not like I care either way, but the next time I'm seeing him is to drop off a new title for publication and wipe that smirk right off his face. He's always complaining about the amount of paper work he has to run.

Speaking of which. I scan through the list of applicants to see who's scheduled next. Allyson Boyle, James Market, Viola Gardner-

Wait a minute. Viola Gardner. Isn't that?

I close my eyes and try to think. It's pretty quiet in here, and actually a little dark, the lighting's going out apparently. Despite that, I'm still struggling to come up with why that name is familiar.

I growl and give up. Oh well, I can just flip through the paper on my desk. Ah, here she is. Thank god Damien actually remembered to include everyone's portfolio. The first thing that catches my eye is her photo.

She looks to be in her early twenties. About my age, I guess. She's got two golden braids and a pair of emerald eyes framed by black specs. Her skin's a little pale though. Overall, she's quite pretty. She'd probably make a better hooker than a writer.

I roll my eyes. What's she even doing applying for a job here? A young, fresh writer thinking she can make it big? I get that we're the largest publishing company in the area, but still… Dreams only take you so far.

What's this? A provisional note from a doctor? Why the Hell is this included in her documents? Let's see… Severe anxiety, yah dee yah dee yah dee yah… Formerly treated at St. Marlo's Institute for Rehabilitation and Development.

Oh. I can already feel my face curling into a grin. It's you.

"I- I think I love you, Ellen…"

You. The one who couldn't even look me in the eye when you confessed.

The one who had all the friends in the world.

The popular one.

The smart one.

The one with the loving family, and future.

The one who chose me.

I can't stop smirking now. This is too good to be true. It's too funny. This poor, sad, Funny Story.

You chose wrong.

And I tore everything from you.

I took it away.

I gave everyone a cute, little bottle.

I never told them to drink it.

But they did.

I never told them that you deserved what you got.

But they made it happen.

They sent you packing to that hospital on the hill.

They broke you and kicked you out.

I didn't tell them to do anything.

Now you're all "fixed" up! Ready to take on the world?

Are you here for me, Viola?

I never thought that I'd see you again.

I gave everyone back then a little something.

But I never got the chance to break you down.

They did that.

Are you sad that you got left out?

Don't worry.

I'll give you the cutest little bottle. I've saved it here just for you. It's filled with the sweetest medicine possible, to fix your broken heart.

A little witch gave it to me. She said the most cruel things. Or really, she never said them at all.

That cruel little witch whose magic was words.

That she tricked a school into breaking an innocent girl.

You shouldn't have been born so lucky. If you hadn't, God would never have let you meet me.

There's a knock on the door. "Excuse me, may I enter?"

I calm myself. The grin slips off like water.

"Enter."

Welcome to this Witch's House, Viola.

Rainbow: And cut!

Star: Seriously? At this rate, there'll be more authors' notes than actual fic!

Rainbow:Whatever, I think this is a good place to end the chapter.

Star: But what's going to happen?!

Rainbow: You actually get pretty into these, don't you?

Star: Oh, shut up!

Rainbow: Anyways guys, that's all for now. This was actually a little hard to write, I'm a little out of shape, I guess. Still, I'm pretty happy with how this is starting. Writing in first person, present tense is a little awkward for me, but I think with the way I want this fic to go, it's for the best. Oh well, I guess it's just more practice for me. Anyway, if you enjoyed this so far and want to see more, or if you have anything you'd like to say, please leave a review! They really encourage me to keep writing!

Star: Even if they don't, you better write the next chapter soon!

Rainbow: Okay, okay! Jeez! We'll see you guys in the next chapter!