Disclaimer: Wicked is not mine, sadly. Though i did get to meet the touring cast!


Elphaba and Fiyero were fighting, again. Elphaba thought he was cheating, with a good reason; he was distant and barely involved in their relationship and she noticed that he wouldn't look her in the eye when they made love. She voiced her worry and now they were fighting about it for the millionth time. This fight was getting more violent than others have. Elphie sent a vase hurdling at Fiyero and missed his head by about an inch.

"I know your cheating, Fiyero! Who's your whore?" the verdant woman seethed at her partner

"How many times have I told you I'm not cheating!" he shouted back tossing a chair to the floor

"You haven't so much as kissed me in a week, Fiyero. Just say it, you're bored with me or am I not good enough? Not good enough for you because I'm green?" she hissed across the room

"Glinda was good enough…" he scoffed under his breath

"What?"

"You heard me! Glinda was better than you were, better than you are"

"You and ….and Glinda?" she stuttered; heartbroken. Fiyero smirked he knew he had gotten to her. She was crushed inside, she thought to the night they ran away together from the Wizard's throne room he promised her that he had never laid with Glinda because he was thinking of Elphaba and just couldn't. She then thought of the first time her told her he loved her, then the first time they made love. She wouldn't let him see her cry she ran upstairs to their bedroom and slammed the door making the frame of their house shake. She went to her jewellery box which was mostly empty except for the pink flower clip Glinda (Galinda then) had given her; she took the thing and hurled it at a wall. She pushed on the false bottom of the thing and took out a tattered sheet of paper and a small razor blade.

She pushed the sleeve back on her left arm revealing scars and scabs, old and new, that were a bloody-rose color despite her odd skin. She lifted the razor to her emerald arm, dragging it across the smooth skin slicing its path. She stopped to let the tears spill burning her face leaving trails across her skin like a shooting star across the sky. She cut her arm again, and a third time before she dropped the blade and picked up the paper. Her list. Her list of all the people that ever made her cut, there was her father listed and Nessa, several children from grade school, and even Glinda, she reached for a quill and dipped it in the blood that glided down her arm she wrote his name in hate, and fear, and anger.

Fiyero Tigelaar, She wrote; the blood flicking messily about the page, the one who I gave everything for and would again. Glinda deserves you, I never did. You deserve each other. I hope you're happy.

She picked up the blade again and slit her wrist. The last thing she saw was the blood gushing down her arm, staining the floor, before her eyes were blinded by tears and her face was burnt to the 3rd degree and her whole body was numb. In her last heartbeat she did not regret what she did she only hoped she would cause Fiyero as much pain as he had to her. She had no regrets at all, or maybe that was the loss of blood but to her this didn't matter. Her life didn't matter. 'Just another cut on my wrist' she thought bitterly. And then she was gone.


If enough people want me to i will make this a two-shot i want at least 5 reveiws. please? if yo give reviews you save elphie!