Wicked Drabbles
2. Middles
Elphaba stared down at her stomach, which had just rumbled. She hadn't even noticed she was hungry in her pain and slight madness. She was alone in the castle, left to her own devices. She knew what she was planning was wrong, but she couldn't seem to stop herself.
This was the only thing stopping her from falling to the ground and giving in to the pain. She hadn't succeeded in saving Fiyero and this was what she had become in his absence.
Normally she would be disgusted with herself for plotting against a little girl, of all people. But it was a little girl with her sister's shoes. She didn't really know why she had wanted them so much in the first place, but now she just wanted it to be over. For the girl to be gone and her little friends too so she could just wallow in her grief.
The Wicked Witch of the West let out a lone sob.