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.

5. Chapter 5

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

Elphaba's POV

I knock on Glinda's door. It is eleven o'clock at night, and I am soaking wet. Of course it had to rain on the night I planned to see Nessa. I get no answer. If Glinda is awake, she probably is not opening her door because who knocks on her door at eleven o'clock at night. Well then, time to try plan B.

"Fiyero, which window is Nessa's?"

"Ummm, I think it's this one", a stressed-out Fiyero points at a window.

I knock on the window, hoping that Nessa will wake up and see me. The lights flick on. This might actually be going according to plan.

Nessa's POV

I wake up when I hear a knock at the window. I realize I fell asleep in my chair. I turn on the lights. I look at the window. A figure of a person is standing at the window. I look closely, and the person looks greenish. the first thought that goes to my head is "Elphaba", but I register the fact that someone could be trying t break in. The figure knocks again.

"Who are you?", I ask in a shaky voice.

"It's Elphaba, Nessa", a muffled voice replies.

I don't open the window. I can't trust this person claiming to be Elphaba. Suddenly, the window busts open. I scream. Glinda runs into the room. A green skinned girl is climbing through the window.

"Sweet Oz", Glinda remarks.

This can't be. Am I dreaming?

"Oh, Nessa!", the green girl cries. I realize that it's Elphaba, and I begin to cry, too.

Elphaba's POV

Nessa is extremely pale, she has dark circles under her eyes and her lips are cracked, making it look like she hasn't eaten, slept, or drank water in a few days. A large scar covers her forehead. Fiyero steps through the window, and he and Glinda embrace. Nessa is crying, and she is clinging to my hand tightly. Glinda hugs me, and with my one free arm I hug back. A few moments pass. Suddenly, the moment ends when we hear a loud thud, as if the front door has fallen, and quickly moving footsteps.