"Okay, I returned your library book, your room's all straightened out, and I did your laundry…" Nessa said starting to count things off her fingers, "I did your chores…"

"Nessa." I said.

"There's something else I can do, I know there is."

"NESSA!"

"What?"

"Stop. It doesn't change what you did."

"I know, I just… I feel it's my fault."

"It's not… You're not caring the guilt on your own." I said getting up from the bed.

"The doctor said you should really stay in bed."

"I don't care what he said!" I yelled, "He doesn't know if the pain will ever go away. I might as well learn to deal with it now." I said more calmly.

I slowly stood up and then collapsed back into my bed. The pain was unbearable… But I tried again.

"That wasn't so bad." I said.

"It hurt, didn't it?" Nessa asked.

"I'll be fine." I walked to the bathroom, taking my shirt off to look at my back. To see the damage that's been done, "Isn't that just lovely…" I stared at the scar the lightning left me, "I should have died."

"But you didn't. I don't think I'd ever forgive myself…"

I put my shirt back on and walked over the Nessa, pulling her into a hug, "I would have haunted you until you did." I whispered.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't… You're a brat, you that right?" I teased.

"I mean it. If I didn't-"

"It wouldn't have made a difference, Ness." I interrupted as she took a step back.

"If you're going to say something about fate or you were destined to be struck by lightning, you're full of crap."

"That's not what I meant." I walked back over to my bed, picking up my journal.

"Then what?"

I opened my journal and turned the pages until I came to the one I was looking for, and started to read it, "Just when I thought my day was going to end happily, Mo- Glinda told me something that I wished she left a secret." I stopped just staring at the words on my page.

"What'd Mom tell you?"

"I'm the daughter of the Witched Witch. And no matter how hard I tried to be good, I will end up being wicked." I closed my journal, "Well, that's what she believes anyway." I look at Nessa, tears started to run down her face.

"Why are you telling me this?" She asked fighting her tears.

"Blood or not, you're my sister. If people do find out who I am, you should know before they do."

-Late that Night-

"You're lying. You're just saying that because you hate me." I said as I dropped the spell book on the floor, "Do you not see my skin, not even a splotch of green!"

"I'm not lying. You're 16, you deserve to know who you really are." Glinda said.

"If you want me gone all you had to do was say so-"

"You stupid child! You are the daughter of Elphaba Thropp, 'Thropp Third Descending.' You are the daughter of the Wicked Witch."

"Prove it to me. Prove to me that she's my mother. Prove to me that I'm wicked."

"Don't ever speak of yourself like that. You aren't wicked."

"Prove it."

"Filía." Nessa said opening the door to my room.

"What are you still doing up?"

"I can't sleep. Can I stay with you tonight?"

I made some room on my bed and waved her over. She climbed in, "When did Mom tell you who your mother was?"

"The night of my birthday, the night before I was struck by lightning." I said staring at the dark ceiling.

"Here." Glinda handed me a letter, "She wrote this for you. For your 16th birthday."

I took the letter and opened it:

My Dear Filía,
How I wish I was able to take care of you. Watch you grow up to be an amazing person. Happy Birthday. 16, you're almost an adult. Hopefully Glinda told you about me. I'm your mother, Elphaba Tropp. I know it seems impossible but I am your mother. Maybe one day, we'll meet but until then, live your life the way you have been.

Love,
Elphaba T.

I closed the letter a shoved it in my pocket, and said, "This proves nothing." And I went to lock myself in my room for the rest of the night.