The Twins of Oz Chapter 10: New Hats, and Great, Enemies, Again, a wicked fanfic

Elphaba's POV

I laid back down on the bed and whispered, "I'm an idiot—I've driven my only sister away and now she won't come back." I closed my eyes and thought, Galinda, please. Listen to me. I have to explain why I liked the hat—it really helps me express who I am—it kind reminds me of myself. Just come back and let me explain. There was nothing in response and I thought about what had happened between me and Galinda—our fight. I entered Galinda's mind and watched her carefully—her emotions were all angry.

Galinda nodded and checked and there were two hatboxes. She carried them to my room and said, "Another hat?" "Another hat," I replied. We stared at the boxes, nervously. "Grandmother is always sending us the most hidedious hats." Galinda said. "She does have an odd sense of fashion," I said. Galinda nodded shakily and handing me the box that had my name on it, she said, "On three?" "On three," I agreed. "One." Galinda said. "Two," I said. We looked at each other and said, "Three." We opened the boxes and were greeted with two almost identical witch hats—one was black—mine—and one was pink—Galinda's. We looked at them and Galinda said, "Wait or put them on now?" We glanced around and I said, "Put them on now." We each put our respective hats on, looked at each other, and burst out laughing. Galinda grinned and said, "We make an odd pair, Elphie." I, struggling not to laugh, said, "Glinny, you have no idea." We took off our new hats and I said, "I kinda like it." "Uh, what?" Galinda said, slowly, processing my words. "Elphaba? Are you insane?" she asked uncertainly. "Galinda, think about it—this is the first time we've gotten hats from Grandmother that actually look like hats and really acknowledge our favorite colors—pink and black—and every other time they've been weirdly shaped like an Easter egg and yellow and green and blue and purple." I pointed out to her. Galinda groaned and said, "Fine, you keep it, but don't wear it in public—it would look weird." I shifted, turning my back to her—clearly, something was bugging me. She didn't enter my thoughts, because she knew I was blocking her. She frowned and said, "Elphie, please, I'm just trying to protect you—that's why we never wear the hats Grandmother sent us in public—unless she's with us. Kids are mean enough because of your green skin, so I don't want you being picked on because of your—well, no offense—but your nonexistent sense of fashion, and well, I don't want you to get hurt. "Galinda," I said, struggling to sit up. "I don't want you protecting me anymore! I can take care of myself!" I yelled at her. She nodded and said, "Fine!" Nearly crying, she took the box that held her hat and said, "I'll leave, seeing as you don't want me here." "Galinda, wait," I called, but she was already running away. She returned to our dorm room and said, "I'll never visit her again—she doesn't need me and I don't need her." Galinda changed and reorganized our room—moving her stuff away from mine and my stuff away from hers. No longer would we share anything. She dug out the hat collection and took my hats and stuffed them into my smaller closet, leaving hers in her larger closet. When she was finished, she smiled and said, "We can share a room, Elphaba, and we may be twins, but that doesn't mean we have to share everything."

Closing my eyes, I whispered, "Back to sleep, Miss Elphaba. Ignore Miss Galinda—she doesn't care about you and you don't care about her." Having convinced myself not to care about Galinda, I went back to sleep. As I slept, I started having the nightmare again—but I didn't care.

I was running through an empty field, being chased by the Gale Force. I didn't know where to go, so I found myself just running west. Why was I going west? I didn't know anyone in the west—I had no family in the west—I was of the Northern Sky. People were screaming, "Kill the Witch! Kill her! Kill the Witch! Kill her!" I ran faster and faster. I saw Galinda—no, for some reason people were calling her Glinda the Good. "Sister!" I gasped out, looking desperately at my older sister. "Help me!" She merely looked at me and said, "I have no sister, you Wicked Witch! You killed my twin!" I stared at her and said, "Glinny, please, it's me. I can't do this alone. I didn't kill your sister! I don't know what's happened to me!" Realizing that I was on my own, I raced through the woods, finally finding a small cabin—I entered, and slammed the door shut behind me. I sank to the floor and found a knife. I just stared at it, confused and lost. I twisted and thought, Was this my dream or was a nightmare? I stared around me and carefully picked up the knife—it'd save my life later. I jumped out the window and raced downhill away from the world I'd known my whole life into the west. I suddenly threw my head back and laughed—victory. Turning to those chasing me, I called, "So, if you care to find me, look to the Western Sky!" I grabbed a broom—I'd enchanted it—and took off flying. I flew past Glinda, calling, "So long, Blondie!" She scowled at me and took off after me. "I'll avenge my sister by your blood, Witch!" she snarled at me. I froze—my sister wanted to fight me—that had never happened before—to either of us—not to this degree anyway. I gasped and then said, "Alright, you want to fight. Bring it on, Glinda." She whirled and slapped me across the face. I slapped her across the face. Then I grabbed her wrists and said, "Glinny, listen to me, I'm still your sister—I haven't changed—still stubborn, still lose my temper—in your words, 'flying off the handle'—and I can't fight you." "Don't call me that!" she snarled at me, trying to punch me. I dodged at the last second and drew my knife. She stabbed me, using her wand, just as I stabbed her. We staggered and I collapsed against her. We spiraled downward and landed, dying. I pressed my hand against her cheek, whispering, "Glinny, my sweet Glinny, know this one thing—I'll always be a part of your life." She didn't respond and I knew she was dead. I buried my face into her hair, crying silently, pulling her against my chest, closed my own eyes and didn't move either—I had died too—but at least I'd died with my sister close—we died together. I sat up and said, "That was the scariest dream I've ever had." I just sat there, breathing hard, until I heard voices. I laid back down immediately, pretending to sleep.

Galinda's POV

I returned to Elphaba's hospital room and said, "Elphie? Can we talk?" She rolled over and said, "Thought you weren't talking to me, Galinda." "Elphaba, I'm sorry—it's just that—since I'm older—Momsie and Popsical have also put in charge of you, so I guess I've been taking my responsibility as the older sister a little too seriously." I confessed. "Maybe," she said, but I knew something was bugging her. "Talk, Elphaba." I ordered, glaring at my sister. She sat up and said, "I had a bad dream—it was just plain scary." I nodded and asked, "Want to tell me?" She nodded and I reached over, taking her hand in mine. She smiled at me—I grinned back at her. I watched her face anxiously—I didn't want to upset her.

Elphaba's POV

I took a deep breath and said, "I'll tell you about it, but I'll talk about it in the way it happens." Galinda nodded and I said, "Here goes." Galinda squeezed my hand and I began, "I was running through an empty field, being chased by the Gale Force. I didn't know where to go, so I found myself just running west. Why was I going west? I didn't know anyone in the west—I had no family in the west—I was of the Northern Sky. People were screaming, "Kill the Witch! Kill her! Kill the Witch! Kill her!" I ran faster and faster. I saw Galinda—no, for some reason people were calling her Glinda the Good. "Sister!" I gasped out, looking desperately at my older sister. "Help me!" She merely looked at me and said, "I have no sister, you Wicked Witch! You killed my twin!" I stared at her and said, "Glinny, please, it's me. I can't do this alone. I didn't kill your sister! I don't know what's happened to me!" Realizing that I was on my own, I raced through the woods, finally finding a small cabin—I entered, and slammed the door shut behind me. I sank to the floor and found a knife. I just stared at it, confused and lost. I stared around me and carefully picked up the knife—it'd save my life later. I jumped out the window and raced downhill away from the world I'd known my whole life into the west. I suddenly threw my head back and laughed—victory. Turning to those chasing me, I called, "So, if you care to find me, look to the Western Sky!" I grabbed a broom—I'd enchanted it—and took off flying. I flew past Glinda, calling, "So long, Blondie!" She scowled at me and took after me. "I'll avenge my sister by your blood, Witch!" she snarled at me. I froze—my sister wanted to fight me—that had never happened before—to either of us—not to this degree anyway. I gasped and then said, "Alright, you want to fight. Bring it on, Glinda." She whirled and slapped me across the face. I slapped her across the face. Then I grabbed her wrists and said, "Glinny, listen to me, I'm still your sister—I haven't changed—still stubborn, still lose my temper—in your words, 'flying off the handle'—and I can't fight you." "Don't call me that!" she snarled at me, trying to punch me. I dodged at the last second and drew my knife. She stabbed me, using her wand, just as I stabbed her. We staggered and I collapsed against her. We spiraled downward and landed, dying. I pressed my hand against her cheek, whispering, "Glinny, my sweet Glinny, know this one thing—I'll always be a part of your life." She didn't respond and I knew she was dead. I buried my face into her hair, crying silently, pulling her against my chest, closed my own eyes and didn't move either—I had died too—but at least I'd died with my sister close—we died together." I finally finished.