Wonderful | wicked | book 2/3

Nessa

I'm so tired, Madame Morrible won't sleep and I'm to terrified to fall into slumber for fear of what she'll do to me.
Why hasn't Dr Dillamond come back at all.
I'm starting to think that Moria did something to him, but she can't have.
She said it herself that she wished he was here instead of me.
How unfortunate that the outfit I happen to be wearing was my black dress.
The dress I associate most with being governor.
The dress I was murdered in.
Every piece of that hideous puzzle is coming together,
Governors chair, Governors dress and a spell book just within reach.

Madame Morrible sifts through the pictures again, she's done this so many times and I can't bare to watch her do it again.
I go to leave the room but Madame Morrible jerks her head in my direction suddenly,
"And where do you think your going?" She splitter, throwing the photos carelessly into the box, she scowls nastily then an evil grin smears across her face.
"Your lucky" she sneers "that I even let you stay in that chair, I could easily throw you out into the floor, then what?"
She cackles loudly then stands flamboyantly.
Moira makes her way past me into the main office, I follow cautiously.

I push myself behind the desk and Moria sits down on the chair in front.
"What are you going to do if a student needs me?"
She ponders for a moment, then her eyes brighten.
"I'll just go into the hallway whilst you deal with them, so don't try anything."
I nod my head.

I rack my brain trying to think of some reason for her to let me go.
I know one unappealing thing about me that could work.
"Moria," she looks up "I'm just throwing this out there but if you keep me captured your going to have to take care of me and that may prove to be more strenuous than just simply learning to read the Halen yourself" I say bluntly.
Madame Morribles brow narrows,
"Don't you try being smart with me" Moira cries, she stands up and before I know what's happening she strikes me across the face.

My cheek burns, Madame Morribles sat back down, she's smiling nastily to herself, I put my hand up to my face.
my eyes are watering but I'm determined not to cry in front of this monster.
"Hopefully that taught you some respect,"
I lower my head, so our eyes don't meet.
"I can't do this anymore" I cry "Elphaba isn't coming,"
I cover my mouth after my sudden outburst.
"I always knew you were weak"
"I am NOT weak!"
Madame Morrible stands up violently, I'm utterly convinced she's going to hit my again.
She marches over to my side of the desk, I begin to push myself away when all of a sudden she leans down and seizes the arm rests on my chair, she shoves me, hard against the wall.
I feel my whole body jerk.
I begin to sob loudly, I hate myself for it.
For showing just what Moira wanted to prove.
I can hear her chuckle to herself as I lay my head in my hands.
She's right.
I am weak.

After a while I left my head up and upon scanning the room I realise that Moria isn't here, I wait for a minute and soon she returns, the Halen in her grasp, she slams in down on the desk.
I push myself slowly away from the wall, hoping that Madame Morrible didn't damage the wall in any way, I'm going to hate explaining this to Dr Dillamomd.
I cautiously open one of my draws and slowly pull out my magic bell and slide it onto my lap.
I didn't want to have to use it, I didn't want to make Elphie come out here.
But if anyone is going to get rid of Madame Morrible it's her.
"What are you rustling around for?" Madame Morrible barks, hastily I grab the first thing I see.
My golden mirror.
"This," I say waving it around stupidly and placing it on the desk, "I wanted to check my hair was alright"
It's such a foolish lie but Moira doesn't seem to notice.
"Your such a vain girl" she scolds.
"Sorry," I mutter tearfully, I get ready to ring the bell, knowing that this will alert Madame Morrible that I'm calling for help.
I have to think of something.
I get out my golden hairbrush and begin to brush my hair with it, checking in the mirror at my symmetry.
I drop the brush deliberately onto the floor and fane distress.
Madame Morrible picks it up and cackles, her laughter is so chilling.
She begins to walk into the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" I ask,
Madame Morrible grins nastily at me,
"To put this on the top shelf,"
She leaves the room.
How cruel and unusual.

I get the bell into my hand and shake it
violently.
I'm such an idiot, it's designed to that I don't hear the ringing, it's like a one sided mirror, the other bell rings when one is shaken.
I just lost my hairbrush for no reason.
Of course.
It's the middle of the night, I'm not surprised that Elphie isn't here yet.
I just have to convince myself that she will come.
Madame Morrible comes back into the room, a smug smile of her face, she look as though she just won a sprint by tying the other candidates laces together.
"So Nessa, since you think your so smart I'll let you try and predict what happens next,"
I nod my head solemnly.
"Will Dr Dillamond show up first or will your sister,"
I think for a moment about my answer,
"Probably Dr Dillamomd, since he has probably left something of his in here."
Madame Morrible grins.
"I thought as much."
She waltz's around the room, looking at every minute detail and analysing jt fiercely.
"The decor has really gone downhill since I was here."