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WOW I had such a lovely response to the first chapter, and I would like to thank MorsDelecti, Fiyero's Girl-Elphaba, butterisbetter, SoConfusified, greengirl16, populardarling and Laurenne Tiggular for reviewing :) you make my day :) also thanks to everyone who reads my stuff.
I know that it's sometimes hard to find something to write about but I really love receiving your thoughts, makes the story so much better :)
This chapter may seem a bit more confusing than the last (is that possible?) and also short but I think it is important for where the story is going. Most of the reviews enjoyed my elphaba angst so I give you some more :D
Wicked na il haba (not mine)
Blackness.
Melting into the clouded blackness, drowning, suffocating.
I want to reach out, I want to grab onto something, hold tight, out but I can't move, want to scream louder but don't know how. The blackness is covering me and I know that if I can't fight then soon Elphaba will be gone and the blackness will go on without end.
Carried to a bed, table? Strapped on; hard, jolting, pain jabbing, throbbing screaming.
Nothing.
Jolted back into reality.
A woman hovering over me...smiling...white uniform- a hospital?
Asking me something, can't hear her; speak louder.
She turns away – don't leave! Comes back with a sheet of paper.
How's the pain?
It's beyond pain, passed into a new stage of horror; head shredded, spasms from hell.
Something on my face; I can't talk. But I have to tell her, make her understand, make her fix it! Push my fist into the air, again, again. Make it stop, my fist screams.
The woman smiles. Piece of paper again, Not too bad?
This can't be real.
Out into cold fresh air, feeling it on my face, calming and painful, moving along down a corridor and past Galinda. She is hugging herself, cold and shrunken.
I fade out again, open my eyes to a busier clattering room with white ceilings; much movement, bustling silently. Faces hover, white coats. Deft strokes and sharp knives skin me from long black dress; the new one father sent for winter, I'd have worn my old shabby one if I'd known.
Then I remember, my father hates me. He wouldn't care either way.
Galinda again. She's not near but I can see her, blowing her nose. Crying?
Some terrible knowledge lurks beneath the pain, under this babble of failing words and thoughts flowing through my brain or out of my mouth.
Is this real? I ask. Nobody answers. Can they hear me? A new face above me, mouth moving rapidly, can't hear a thing. Now a torch, bright as a laser beam into my eyes. Makes me squint - smash it away! Stop myself just in time.
The mouth above gives an order. Wheeled away into another room.
Hand hold down my shoulders, why bother? What do they think I'm going to do, jump up and dance? I don't ever want to move again.
Back to the bright room. Just like in those medical drama books- I'm not supposed to be here!
More mouths, more faces. Still no sound. Can't they understand?
Make them speak louder, point to them, point to my ears, they must understand.
Now Fiyero's here. His face is ashen, grey; blood on his hand and shirt. Can't hear him but he's saying the same thing again and again. Not too hard to understand. "I'm so sorry". Starts to cry.
I don't want him to cry. This is all too hard. I need to tell him.
"It's not your fault"
Can he hear me? Don't think so, try again
"Not your fault" I tell him and close my eyes.
Man I'm putting Elphaba through hell..
Hope you're enjoying it :D unfortunately I'm going to the beach for 3 days, but I promise to write plenty while I'm away ( no need to promise, I always do.. ) and post soon...
Please continue to review, you make the story worth it :D
As always
muchlove
~greenTgal ^_^
