I was walking. Don't ask me why or to where, because I didn't know. I suppose I just needed to get away for awhile. Nessa had gotten so unbearable lately that it was driving me mad. As always when thinking of Nessa, Glinda followed quickly behind in my thoughts.
Nessarose, with her dark hair and eyes and icy demeanour, was a direct contrast to the object of my affection. Glinda was blonde, blue-eyed bubbly perfection, and I longed to make her mine. Nessa. Dear Oz, I hated her. She truly was just as wicked as her sister. Possibly even worse. How dare she strip the Munchkinlanders of their few rights? Who did she think she was?
Sighing, I changed direction and headed back. Back to prison, back to wickedness, back to her. I pushed open the door and gasped at the sight that greeted me. Nessa was lying in a heap at the bottom of the staircase, her chair pinning her to the floor. I rushed to her, pulling the chair from the limp form, calling her name.
"Nessarose?" I asked, waiting to hear any kind of answer. Anything. "Nessa? Can you hear me?"
No answer.
Sighing, I picked her up and made my way up the stairs. She was alive, but I wasn't sure for how long. I thought I saw her smile as we passed the mirror, but couldn't be sure. Why would she smile? Had she planned this? After placing her on the bed and wrapping her in a blanket, I noticed a small notebook on the bedside table. Picking it up, I was surprised to read the words written in Nessa's hand, speaking so calmly of death. As I read over the words, I realised that I didn't hate her. She wasn't completely horrible. She was just lonely. Like a girl trapped within the glass of a mirror.