The Princess Is A Villainess

I'm catching my breath while running anywhere. What place is this, anyway? How did I end up here? As far as I know, I was just cleaning the house earlier, and now I'm in the woods.

Running is exhausting, damn it. I feel like my heart is about to burst out of my chest. But I can't stop! It's as if something will grab me if I stop moving!

Or someone.

I feel like someone’s chasing me, but I can't see anyone near me. Am I going crazy?

"Help me!" I shout. I don't care if I look crazy!

I shout several times, but only the loud, cold wind responds to me. The faint moon, partially obscured by clouds, is the only source of light in my current location.

The view is actually beautiful, to be honest. It's peaceful, unlike at home, where all I hear is my stepmother and my siblings yelling. I wish I could stay here.

It’s so peaceful here. No one is watching my every move. The only downside is that no one will help me if I make a mistake… or clumsiness.

"Ouch!"

And this is what I'm saying now. I gasped when I tripped over a small rock. I looked at my knee and winced when I saw the scrape and a little blood there.

"Damn it!" I quickly stood up and ran when I heard faint footsteps coming in my direction.

I can't be sure if it's a ghost or something else chasing me. I don't want to look at it. Most of the time, people die when they do that. I don't want to die!

But it seems like that's my destination now. I winced badly when I saw that I was already at the edge of a cliff. I thought that was the most surprising thing that happened today, but suddenly, walls appeared on both sides of me.

This wasn't here earlier! Did I accidentally hit my head?

"Damn it," I cursed and clutched my chest, trying to calm myself.

When my nerves kick in, it's even harder for me to think of a way to get out of here.

"Beloved princess."

I'm not a princess, so I don't know why I turned around. When I did, a tall man in fancy clothes greeted me.

The first thing I noticed was how handsome he was. His blue eyes were as beautiful as they almost drowned me. His voice was deep too, perhaps deeper than the abyss behind me.

But my attention was immediately drawn away from him when he pointed his sword at my neck. There were traces of blood on it. I quickly jumped in fear but had nowhere to run.

"Stop!" I stammered out of nowhere. I didn't even know why I said that, and I couldn't understand my fear.

It was as if I were tired of these events. Has this happened to me before?

"Why are you crying?" he asked in a judgmental tone. His left hand rested on my cheek, and I gasped when I saw it was wet with my tears. "I haven't done anything to you, but you're already scared?"

I felt even more afraid of those words.

In an instant, I found myself leaning against the wall. He stared at me with his sword, ready to plunge it into me.

"No!" I pleaded, but he didn't stop.

I just closed my eyes and waited for the pain, but why was it like this? His sword was aimed at my chest, but it seemed like my back was the one that hurt.

"Cinderella! Damn it!"

Oh, I get it now. That's why my back hurts. Someone pushed me to the ground.

I winced and opened my eyes. I wasn't surprised to see Anastasia, one of my sisters, in front of me. She's the one who likes to shout.

I looked at her face. She seemed to be losing patience, judging by the way her eyebrows were furrowed. I wanted to laugh because she looked like a tiger when she got angry, but I held back.

"Why?" I asked. Why was she in my room?

"Why? Did you forget to check the time while you were daydreaming?" She pointed at the wall clock, and I glanced at it. "It's already six, stupid! You haven't cooked anything, and you didn't even clean up! You're not a princess to act like that!"

"Beloved princess."

Suddenly, I remembered the strange dream I had earlier. If Anastasia hadn't woken me up, I might be dead by now.