A/N: Fellow Ozians, friends. We have been through a frightening time, and there will be other times to come. But if you let me, I'd like to try to help. I'd like to try to be. . .Cristy, Your Author. Wooow, that was a long week! I tried to update, but my computer was acting all swankified. But, I'm finally updating! Yaaay!

Nessarose POV

"AHHH!" I screamed. I could swear, every bit of it was true. The blood, the fall, the kiss--everything was so vivid. . .too vivid. The more I thought about it, the more I regretted wishing on that star last night. Hopefully that was a nightmare, also. Regrets, nightmares, horredible things happen to me. They always have, they always do, and they always will. WHEN WILL IT ALL STOP??!!!!!!! I was going through yet another mental breakdown maybe the fifth one this week, I don't know, I always lose count after three!

That's when I realized that I was alone. No one to comfort me.

"Boq?" I tried to ask. Really, it just came out as a crackled up whisper. I felt hot tears boil, and burn my skin like an acid. I don't know why. There were mixed feelings. Sadness, anger, paranoia, betrayal. Of course I know where Boq was, he wasn't anywhere near here. He left me. He left me right now when my cold heart needs warmth. I knew he left because my father's mansion was dead quiet--you know, other than my terror screams still echoing throughout the house--.

With anger, I threw my black diamond pendant to the window, the shards flying everywhere. Stabbing me.

With every second, I got angrier--extremely angry. My face burned up as I gritted my teeth together. how could he do this to me?! Sure, I treated him like crap everyday, that he could've been overwhelmed with some sort of emotion. I was outraged. I started to sing. . .

"Call me a bitch.

Call me a beast.

Call me 'The Wicked Witch of the East'".

That was a little song the cruel teenagers sang outside my window every few nights. Now I know why the did. And Boq was right when he said that Elphaba was just as wicked as me. But I'm worse. I'm so wicked, I've lost everything.

I realized that it was time. It was time for me to go. I heard the trains' whistle just a few miles off. If I'm gone, the Munchkins would be happier. They would celebrate it. I can see it now "Ding Dong! The witch is dead, which old witch? The wicked witch! Ding dong the wicked witch is dead!" or something around those lines!

--- At the station---

I wheeled my way through the crowded station. I received a lot of hisses, and 'boo's, and one person even tried to spit on me! Oh, they're gonna love what I'm gonna do. just remember, this is for Boq, and everyone else. For once, I won't be the selfish one here!

Someone walked passed me, looking very suspicious. He was pretty tall for a Munchkin! Oh, how Boq used to make little jokes about his unusual height. I'd say: "Ya know, you look a little big to me a Munchkin!", and he'd be like, "Thank you!" oh, good times! But now, our relationship has been destroyed. . . And all because of me.

The guy was standing right in front of me, so I'd figure that I'd get his attention somehow.

"Excuse me, sir!" I confidently stated. He made a low grunt, hopefully as a reference to 'Yes, Madame Governor?'

"Uh, I was wondering. If there is any way you could know him. His name is Boq, and he's like yea big," I guessed his height with my hand in the air. Not that he could see it, he was still turned away from me.

"And, I think you would be kind enough to leave him a message from Governor Thropp. Can you tell him that she says: "I just want you to know, that I love you and that this never meant to happen. Please remember that."

It took him a while to comprehend what I said, but he eventually nodded his head, and moved to one of the benches behind me, his face still perfectly hidden from the public. Hmmm, that's strange!

I then heard the whistle again, much closer this time. I took a deep breath, and got close to the boundary line. My heart was pounding against my chest, I thought that it might explode. The speeding train got closer, and closer still at full speed. I gulped hard, and let go of my chair, falling in the trains' path. All of a sudden, the vibrations got harsher, and harsher. The rocks around me were shaking onto me. I heard gasps, and loud chatter and commotion going on from the five feet that I fell. Then finally, there was a sharp pain in my side. The sparks from the trains' breaks were burning through my skin onto my limbs. The harsh stench of blood surrounded me. I Nessarose Thropp had just committed suicide, and succeeded.

Boq POV

I looked down below. The one I truly loved had just killed herself. Now there was no turning back. Now, I was alone in the world. I can't believe she almost recognized me. She meant what she said, they were her last words. This horrible life of mine wasn't suppose to happen. When her father died, she had no one. So little nice me decided to pitch in, and help her out. HA! That was like adding gasoline to a fire.

There was a silence until the long train had finally ran its' course on the tracks. All that was left was Nessa's body squished, and cut in half from the tracks. All covered in blood. The people around me yelled cheerfully in unison, jumping, and dancing with extreme happiness. I was the only one on his knees, bawling his eyes out. I loved her, and she loved me. She constantly reminded me of her part, but for me, it's too late.

A/N: Yeah, its' still not over. Boy, am I good at writing death scenes. (my friends said so) I don't know if that's a good thing, or I should be scared right now. Review? Once again, it could cure Boq's poor broken heart.