Board Thread:Short Story Illustrations!/@comment-26383377-20170531174449

"Come on, come on come on come on!" The young princess scoured her room, looking for that little piece of parchment. "Come on!" She grit her teeth, pulling the drawers back so hard she nearly sent them flying. Anabelle searched tirelessly, digging through everything she could find. "It's here somewhere..." Finally, hidden within a small side-drawer, she found that little note. She unfolded it, and read it one last time. Tears began to well up in her eyes as her eyes scanned the delicately written note.

A love letter.

"Oh, Charles." She whimpered, one of her tears fell from her cheek, and landed on the corner of the note, forever staining it. Then, a loud thud was heard from behind her door. Anabelle gasped, and quickly turned around.

"Let me in..m-my s-sweet darling!" The voice came form behind the locked door,  followed by a series of insane giggles. "You... you belong to me!"

Anabelle yelped, quickly putting on her shoes and backing away form the door. She was trapped, there was nowhere else to go.

"Don't worry about that Charles fellow... He was a criminal after all!" The voice snickered dryly. "You belong to a man of true pedigree, not a common street rat!"

"G-go away... Go away!" Anabelle's begging was in vain. the man on the other side of the door was now alerted to her presence, and was sure that she was inside.

"LET ME IN!" he screamed, smashing against the door repeatedly. Anabelle noticed one of the hinges give way, snapping off. She knew that he would enter in but a few moments. She had to think quickly.

She was petrified, she knew that man was unstable. He killed her lover in cold blood... her dear. dear charles.

"I said let me in!" Anabelle heard another bang come from the door, along with the sound of wood cracking from the stress.

The young girl found herself backed into the wall, she had nowhere else to go, nowhere to hide. The bed was too low for her to crawl underneath, and the cupoards were stuffed. However, as she was backing away from the door, she reached the opposite wall, feeling the frame of her window...

Finally, the hinges gave in. The door was blown out of it's hinges by sheer force. Anabelle was now face to face with that horrible man.

"Edward... y-you bastard..." She felt a combination of sorrow, fear, pain, and anger. It was like a mix of emotion which she could not bear.

"Anabelle... my dear..." The man donned a nobleman's garments, looking rather extravagant. However, these garments were torn at the sleeves. His hair was ruffled, and his lips were stretched into a horrifying grin. He grasped a long blade with his left arm, which was covered in blood, and the left side of his clothes had splatters of blood all over it. "Come... come to me..."

Anabelle only had one choice. She held her hands behind her back, slowly unhinging the window. The loud creak of the hinge was audibly heard.

"Anabelle, what are you-?"

The madman didn't even have the time to finish his sentence. The princess suddenly threw all her weight against the window, pushing it open, and falling outside.

"Anabelle!" He growled, running after her, but he was too late, she had already started falling downards.

Anabelle landed on the white, soft snow, cushioning her fall. She slowly stood up, she didn't have time to wipe away her tears. She quickly took off, into the barren snow-covered landscape.

She ran and she ran and she ran, the path before her was barely visible, only lit by the low brightness of the moon. Anabelle continued her mad dash, trying to get away from that madman as possible.

But then, she hear it. A distant neigh. Anabelle turned around just in time to notice the distant figure. It was him, it was Edward. And with that horse, he was going to catch up to her quickly.

The princess cared not, for the only thing in her mind right now was fear. All sense of logic and reasoning had gone out of the window. She was filled with a single, primal instinct, one which pushed her beyond her limits. Anabelle only had one objective, one goal.

To run. 