It was a cold winter outside the young woman's house. Snow was occasionally invading through a slight opened window, attempting to blow out the fire. But Sabrina wouldn't allow it as she chucked on one log at a time every now and then - to feed the flame.
Sabrina flipped through her art magazines, occasionally throwing her deep blue eyes back to the TV, which played the My Little Pony theme song until it was permanently echoing constantly in her imagination. The preforming episode was entitled 'Daring don't' and it began with Rainbow dash. Rainbow dash had always been Sabrina's favorite. It might have been her loyal personality, or her amazing talent, but what Sabrina really liked about her was her beautiful colours that stood out more than any other pony on the show.
As Sabrina had put down the magazine, a fresh thought appeared in her mind.
I'll paint Rainbow dash. She thought to herself as she held a thin paintbrush in one hand, and reached out for a can of cyan paint with the other.
From childhood, Sabrina had always adored drawing and painting, she enjoyed any kind of creative artwork. Her home was filled to the brim in design work and equipment since the day she moved there. Sabrina's completed work had been complimented by a few friends, but only some had ever seen her home on the inside. She had a very independent personality, although Sabrina did enjoy being with her friends and having a fun time hanging out together.
There weren't many paintings on paper, only simple drawing or quick sketches. No, Sabrina preferred to admire her work on her wall. Each wall in her house had a magnificent painting on it, with flowers, ponies and more natural things. The paintings had been purposefully painted to suit the style of the room, for example, one of her walls was painted with a cream background and golden flowers with a dark tone of brown pattern to suit her furniture and bedding.
There was one room in the house that Sabrina mostly loved. It was quite an empty room except for the little table to hold all of her designs, paintbrushes and arty things like that. This was the room Sabrina had decided to paint Rainbow dash in.
The wall had seemed so big when the lead of the pencil hit it. There was so much to do. Sabrina began to draw the outline of the rainbow pony, her pencil moving so smoothly like it was gliding. Without even the need of a rubber, the art piece was ready to paint.
First of all, Sabrina outlined the mane with the familiar blue that stuck in her head after hours of staring at Rainbow dash on a screen. She smiled and giggled as she played her favorite song on her phone. The music helped take up her time and mind. Sabrina held her hand up to the wall firmly, the small paintbrush in the other. Meanwhile, she was just beginning to paint the body.
Sabrina gently took her paintbrush from the decorated wall, and stepped back slowly. Her painting of Rainbow dash was complete. The magenta eyes glowed in the small sunlight that escaped the snowy clouds outside. Her rainbow mane flickered out like it was being thrown around in the breeze.
After congratulating herself, Sabrina put down her paints and entered the room next door, her bedroom.
She soon drifted into a deep sleep, impressed by her memory of the painting. Sabrina let her head sink into the pillow, an image appearing in her closed eyes. She ignored the fact that she hadn't washed her hands, that were still stained with colours of paint.
Her peaceful sleep was interrupted by the sound of something heavy smashing to the floor. Sabrina inhaled quickly, startled by the sharp sound. She got up and slipped into her slippers anxiously, curious and preparing to investigate.
'W-ho's there?' She stuttered her words as she peered her little head around the corner of her bedroom. Sabrina's dark brown hair fell from her shoulders, it was quite tatty from her short sleep.
What she thought was a shadow, had soon disappeared and left her in fear. Bravely, Sabrina managed to encourage herself to follow the shadow. It danced downstairs and into the living room. Sabrina took the closest phone in her grasp, but she wasn't sure whether to call the police yet.
The faint sound of weak breathing stood out over all the other sounds that came from the howling winds outside. Snow was gathering around the house and Sabrina could feel a chill shivering through her body. She made no effort to turn back and fetch a jumper or small blanket, she was too distracted by the possibility that someone, or something, was in her home raiding through every room.
There was silence, not even the source of the shadow could be heard. Did they know Sabrina was near them yet? Whether they did or not, Sabrina was keen not to switch a light on.
As she quietly searched around her downstairs, the paintings on her wall almost haunted her. They looked so different in the dark, though it was probably her eyes playing harmless tricks on her. They looked as if their dull eyes followed Sabrina as she walked around the room. They looked as if the shine on the paint reflected back an image of her that looked so disapproving.
The draw from the kitchen opened, she could hear it from the living room. Then followed by shuffling, as if looking for something. Sabrina inched towards the opening to the kitchen, keeping herself from running back upstairs. There was silence and Sabrina could tell she was known of.
Very steadily, she pushed her head around the door, though she still felt scared and frightened of what might be lurking around the corner.
As quick as she had seen it, Sabrina dropped her mouth completely speechless as she saw a little familiar face.
