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A/N- Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and alerted this story! Love ya! So...here's the second chapter. Please R&R!
Elphaba sat up and blinked rapidly from the bright sunlight pouring through the windows. She stood and removed her nightgown. In a flurry of green and black she was dressed before anyone could say "Linguification."
"Oz, that hurts!" She said through clenched teeth as she redid her tight braid, "If I ever find out who did this, oh, they're going to regret the day they were born!"
'So this is what I get,' she thought to herself as she fought off the impending tears from leaving her now very moist eyes, 'for trusting people. Well, I never had a problem like this when I was younger. I don't need other people. I've done fine by myself—but remember! Galinda is your best friend—only friend. And Fiyero helped you save that Lion cub—he loves Galinda!' Two voices in her head: one demonic, one angelic, bickered in her head relentlessly over the sudden issue she had with trusting others. She picked out what she would wear that day, ignoring the fact that something hurt or stung every time she moved even the tiniest bit.
In the bathroom she washed the wounds as best as she could with her cleansing oil. This particular oil was different from her normal bathing oil. It was about three times as expensive, so she only had two bottles. Elphaba undid the braid once again to towel the blood out of her hair and parted it to keep the hair out of the wound. A quick feel revealed her skull had not been broken, much to her relief. On the other hand, something else had been broken, but it could never be fixed. For it was something that once lost, no matter how hard one tries, they can never regain it.
She tied a dark blue kerchief over her head at the back of her neck, swearing silently, next the purple and black scarf, then her black underskirt and stockings. She wore a long sleeved plain black dress that touched the tops of her feet. Her boots slid on smoothly and she tied them tightly. A quick glance at the clock hanging on the wall and her mouth dropped open.
3:48
She had slept through the entire day! Classes ended at four, and she had missed the half-year test in Dillamond's class. She prided herself in having good grades, and now she had missed the one test of the entire year she absolutely could not make up. Anger flowed through her and she punched the window with all her might. A loud crack and it shattered. Three shards of glass embedded themselves in her fist. She tried to open her hand, but the blood just ran more freely that way. Without thinking she pulled the bits of glass from the back of her hand and folded up on the floor. Her bleeding hand clenched in her other against her abdomen. She bit her lip hard enough to cause a small trickle of blood.
The door opened quickly to admit Galinda, as well as the nurse. The blonde rushed over to her roommate, but didn't touch her. She noticed the pieces of glass, the broken window, the blood on three of the shards.
"Elphie—"
"Don't call me that!"
"Fine, Elphaba, I brought the nurse with me, she can help."
"Get out."
"Please Elphaba, let her help—"
"Why?"
"Because…because she can help with what happened."
"She doesn't even know what happened!"
"Please Elphaba, trust me on this."
"Trust…you? Why should I trust you?"
"Elphaba Thropp, I'm your best friend."
"Then it depends on the context of 'best friend'"
"Just trust me…"
"No! I never should have trusted you or anyone else in the first place. None of this ever would have happened!"
"Please Elphaba, you have to trust someone!"
"I trust no one."
Galinda was taken aback by the blatancy of Elphaba's comment. It wasn't possible, she had to trust someone. But what of her childhood, did she trust anyone then? She remembered the green glass bottle Elphaba kept safe under her pillow. Thoughts and regret filled the small blonde's head, 'She really loved her mother. Maybe that was when she stopped trusting people. Then Fiyero and I become friends with her and she begins to let down her guard a little. And then something happens—oh I feel terrible. This is my fault. I should have gone to the library to get Elphaba when I thought about it, but Pfannee was helping me fix my hair, and I couldn't leave in the middle of that.'
Knock Knock
"Yes?" Galinda intoned her blonde curls swinging around as she snapped her head to see who was at the door.
"It's Fiyero…can I come in?" Came a male voice from the other side of the door.
"Yes, yes, of course Fiyero," the blonde opened the door.
"I brought you the notes from today for all your classes. I asked for copies for you so you could keep up."
The nurse slipped out the door, knowing she would be of no use to the arguing students.
"Thank you so much," Elphaba said with words more than dripping with sarcasm.
"You're welcome…Dillamond didn't give the test today, apparently its missing, taken right out from under his hooves."
"I thank you once again for that bit of information. Now leave."
"Why do you want me to leave, Fae?"
"Don't call me that!"
"Elphaba…I'm not leaving."
"Yes you are, there's a curfew for when members of the opposite sex can be in each other's dorms."
"The curfew is 9 PM. I can stay for another five hours if I feel like it."
"Well I don't feel like it."
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"Sure…"
"Just trust me—"
"What is it with you people asking me to trust you?"
"Yes, trust, it's what friends do."
"I have no friends--"
"Elphaba, we're you're friends!" Galinda butted in.
"Then what kind of friends are you?" Elphaba shouted and ran from the dorm room.
She ran as fast and as far and as hard as she could until she got to the area of the wall closest to the dorms. She dropped to her knees, breathing hard. Her heart felt like it was going a mile a minute. She sensed someone behind her and her breath caught in her throat. Leaves crunched and she spun around to face Avaric. He tossed a bloodstained rock in his hand; some long black hairs could be seen stuck to it. So it was him!
"I enjoyed our little encounter last night—didn't you Miss Thropp?" Avaric asked smugly.
"No of course I didn't you little imbecile!" Elphaba fumed at the thought of what she desired to do to him.
"Then let me refresh your memory!" he sent the rock hurtling towards her.
The survival instinct she had developed as a child in relation to her magic flared up into defense. The rock dropped to the ground and glowed a yellowish orange shade. It sat up—or more specifically the gray squirrel the rock had turned into sat up. The tree-dwelling rodent scampered off, leaving the two humans to their fight.
A/N- So what do you think? I can't go into really indepth details about Elphie's injuries, due to the fact that I will cause myself to faint. I'm haemaphobic (fear of blood) so blood just makes me absolutely flip out, even in fanfics. I cry, hyperventilate, and then, to keep from hurting myself more, my brain just blacks out for about thirty seconds to a minute. Anyway...please review.