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Chapter 4 – The Wicked Witch of the West

They say that Lurlinemas is a magical time of the year where anything is possible. But someone had stopped believing long ago.

With the black shawl she had received years ago as an anonymous Lurlinemas present wrapped around her shoulders to keep her warm, Elphaba, who was now known as the Wicked Witch of the West throughout OZ, stood at the window of the highest tower of Kiamo Ko. She ignored the biting cold of the frosted window against her cheek as she stared down onto the grounds.

She could barely hear the faint strains of laughing, merry voices on the other side of her living Hell. Her heart ached all the more at the sound. She would never know that happiness. She would never know what it was like to truly enjoy Lurlinemas or truly enjoy any holiday with a loving family that she would never have. Elphaba was condemned for a short life in loneliness. Who would ever love the Wicked Witch? It was supposed to be different. Everything in her life should have been different, but it hadn't been.

Elphaba had sealed her fate when she had defied the Wizard. That might have been her biggest mistake of all, Elphaba realized as she looked back on her tragic life. There was no turning back now. There wasn't even a life she could return to. Still, though, her heart ached with the heavy knowledge that no one cared about her.

She could still hear the taunting voices of her youth, the voices of all the people in her life:

"You are nothing but a green freak."

"The artichoke is steamed. Oh look!"

"Kill the witch, she didn't deserve to live."

"You are wicked through and through."

"It's your fault that your mother is dead and your sister can't walk."

"You should die and save us the trouble of seeing your face every day."

But while she remembered the taunting voices she remembered that there had been people who had been nice to her too: Glinda and Fiyero.

They had been nice to her.

Elphaba knew that she not only had defied the Wizard but hurt her friends too.

She had lost any chance of friendship and love. But did she even deserve those two? She shouldn't miss what she never had in her life.

Still, she longed for one night with people who cared for her. But there weren't many left. Her father, who had always hated her, had disowned her. Nessarose only cared for presents and Fiyero and Glinda had each other.

Even when she wanted to celebrate Lurlinemas for once, she had no one who would celebrate it with her, except her faithful servants, the flying monkeys.

She was truly alone.

And a tear started to roll down her cheek.

The Wicked Witch of the West cried for all the Lurlinemas celebrations she never had and would never have.

Bonne année, feliz Año Nuevo, gelukkig nieuwjaar AND a happy new year everyone

THE END