The Wicked Witch of the East

by Maddieriley12

Nessa has survived the house that had fallen on her. Elphaba is gone, and Nessa is left in the arms of Glinda. But nothing is quite the same. But Nessa begins to wonder if Elphaba is really dead, or if everyone just likes to believe that way. Post-musical, some Fiyeraba. Rated T to be safe.

2. Chapter 2

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Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or it's characters.

Nessa's POV

The carriage ride is long and uncomfortably silent. My head still hurts a lot, and I'm freezing, but I don't tell Glinda. I needed to get out of that hospital. I still can't believe Elphaba is dead. I won't believe Elphaba is dead. We drive over many potholes on the ride, causing me to get a sick feeling in my stomach. We finally make it to Glinda's house. Glinda helps me out of the carriage, and into my chair.

"Are you alright Nessa?", she asks me.

I nod.

"Nessa, you're trembling", she says.

"I'm fine", I reply, saying it a little more harshly than I wanted to.

She wheeled me into her house, and I tried to keep my disgust from showing on my face. The entire house was hot pink. The furniture, walls, floors, appliances, literally everything.

"What? I like pink!", she says defensively. I guess I didn't do well at hiding my emotions.

"I hate to leave you on your first night here, but I have an important meeting in a few clock-ticks", she informs me. "I am replacing you as governor", she adds, staring at her fingernails. I get a sharp feeling in my stomach when she says this.

She shows me my room, which, thank goodness is downstairs, and tells me that there is food in the pantry if I get hungry. She walks out the door, her blonde curls bouncing as she ignores my glare. I never knew what Glinda had against me, she just always seemed to hate me. And I sure as heck felt the same way about her. I wheel myself into my room, and I realize that my belongings were left in my home, which got destroyed after everyone believed I was dead. I curse under my breath. I hear a knock at the door. I wheel myself to the front door and peer through the pink curtain. Fiyero is standing at the door. I don't open it, thinking he's probably here to see Glinda. He knocks again.

'Nessa, I know you're in there!", he says from outside the door.

How does he know I'm here?! I am too nervous to open the door, thinking he is here to kill me.

"NESSAROSE, OPEN THIS DOOR, OR I'LL BUST IT DOWN", he screams.

If he's here to kill me, I might as well get it over with. I open the door.

As if he reads my mind, he says, "Nessa, I'm not going to kill you."

I breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm here to tell you what really happened."