All You Wanted
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
A/N: The story is based on Michelle Branch's All You Wanted.
A/N: I'm trying out something new. So bear with me.
Summary: If you want to, I can save you. I can take you away from here. So lonely inside, so busy out there, and all you wanted was somebody to care.
I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you
And I got swept away
She was finally at Shiz. Finally.
After eighteen years of Cowlen Grounds, she was finally at Shiz.
Finally, maybe she would be able to free herself from the hell that had been her home life.
As she unpacked in her dorm, her mind wandered back to the one thing that had been the nail in the board of hell at that mansion.
The locket dangled from her neck, the small emerald in the middle of the gold shining in the sun from the open window.
"Come here, my sweet. That's a good girl."
The six-year-old climbed onto her mother's lap on the bed. Instantly, her fingers started playing with the locket hanging from her mother's neck.
"It's pretty isn't it?" The child nodded, and burrowed into her mother. "Do you want it?"
The child nodded against her mother's breast. So, the older woman reached behind her, unclasped the necklace, took it off, and then clasped it around her daughter's neck.
"There, now it's yours."
Small fingers played with the gold locket, rubbing over the small emerald in the middle.
The child looked up at her mother, her wide, dark eyes meeting her mother's own dark eyes.
"I want you to have it. Keep it close to your heart, always. And always remember that I love you."
"Because I won't always be around. Someday you'll be an adult. And you'll fall in love with a man. And I don't care how much you love him, or how scared you are, if he's hurting you, I want you to get out. Okay? No matter how much you love him, get out. Okay? Because anyone that hurts you doesn't really love you. Okay?"
The little girl nodded, and her mother hugged her. She then tucked her daughter under the covers, kissed her forehead, and left.
"I love you Elphaba."
The child woke up at the sound of voices rising. Quickly, she silently slipped out of bed, and her room. She slipped into the shadows of hall outside the living room, and watched, quiet.
"You gave that vermin your locket?!"
"She's not vermin, Frex! She's your daughter!"
"No! Nessa's my daughter! Not that.....that thing!"
A slap, and a cry. Tears welled, but didn't spill over.
"She's my daughter! I wanted her to have it! Not Nessa! You give Nessa everything! She isn't your only daughter! Elphaba is too!"
A shove, the glasses on the table shattered on the floor.
A knife being raised.
Her mother's screams echoed through the house, as her father repeatedly raised and lowered the knife, the blade going from sparkling silver to deep, blood red. Finally, her mother's screams ended. Silently, the girl ran back to her room, and burrowed under the covers, the sight of blood tattooed into her memory forever.
Her hand came up to grasp the locket. With one gentle squeeze, she dropped her hand, and moved to the bathroom. Her reflection stared back at her as she placed her toiletriees on her side of the sink counter.
Her long, wavy black hair tumbled down her back, her violet eyes snapped. The light blush of dark green shadow on her skin brought out the violet in her eyes. She was beautiful, like her mother. Except for the green skin. A soft, harlequin green.
She had tried so hard to be like her mother, to be a good daughter, to do as her father wished, but it had never been enough. Her mother had known the night she died that she would never live to see her daughter grow up. As she turned away from the mirror, her hand wandered back to the locket, the ball of her thumb running subconsiously over the emerald in the middle.
No matter how she tried, she would never be her mother.
She would never be Melena.