A/N: This is a fanfic about the movie "Quills". None of the characters but Annabelle are mine!
Abbé ran worriedly down the hallways of the asylum. Passing many of the inmates, including Marquis. he held a frightened stare with him until his body ran passed his door. The poor Marquis called out for him to stop, for him to say why he looked so flustered and worried. But the Abbé was long gone further in the hallway.
"Annabelle!"
Abbé called out, Marquis rolled his eyes.
Annabelle was a newer patient at Charenton. Her parents corrupted this poor girl's mind and even their priest shunned her away. Abbé couldn't reject this lost lamb, as he called her, so pure, so innocent. Yet, so lost. The sweet girl was only fifteen when he brought her in to the asylum. It took her the whole year to gain his trust and say a word to him. Abbé held a special place in his heart and prayers for the dear Annabelle. Marquis on the other hand, couldn't care less about a new inmate. She stole all of Abbé's attention from him and was always causing a ruckus writhing the walls of her cell. Even Marquis didn't think he was as insane as her.
When Abbé arrived at Annabelle's cell he frantically searched for the right key on the ring he had. Through the eye slot, he could see her small frame lying on the floor with her bedspread wrapped around her neck. He swung the metal door open and rushed to her aid. He pulled at the blankets and finally got it loose around her neck. She laid limp on his lap as he mumbled a prayer through his lips.
"Oh sweet Annabelle... What have you done to yourself? Please Lord, oh merciful God save this young girl... Annabelle please open your eyes..."
Cradling the small girl in his arms he cried out. Within a minute of having her breathing free of restrictions, Annabelle coughed herself conscious in Abbé's arms. He held her tightly as he praised the good Lord for saving her and sparing her yet another chance on His earth to redeem herself. Once her eyes opened and saw that she was indeed still alive, and at the arms of Abbé, she crawled off of him and slapped him repeatedly on the chest. There was nothing she loved more than death, and nothing she hated more than living. Abbé held her arms and tried to pull her into a hug as she squirmed around. He wanted to help her so badly, and teach her the ways God wanted, and show her the girl she could become if she just let him and Him in.
"Please Annabelle."
He hushed. Slowly, she calmed down and laid numb on him. Her tear streaked face pressed against the black fabric, of his black cloak, and her hands crossed against her chest. Abbé and Annabelle sat together like that for a while, until she fell asleep. Abbé then placed her on the bed and left her cell with her blankets bundled in his arms. There was no way she was going to try again. Even if that meant he would have to sit by her chambers all day and night.
A/N: SORRY THIS IS ONLY LIKE 4 WORDS, I just wanted to make an intro piece to see if anyone would read it. Let me know in the reviews!