Through My Window 2 Novels & Stories

As Dahlia storms into the room, she screams, “How the hell have you been talking to people?” I laugh, “Nobody has been here. I talk to people in my sleep. Why?” She looks out the window and stops in her tracks. She is captivated by whatever memory she is seeing now. I look at all my siblings, and they are slightly smiling at me, knowing what the window is doing. I sit in my spot, on the floor, and wait as she continues looking out that window. Taylor, who is seated on the floor right next to the window, is watching Dahlia intently. Taylor looks at me, holds a finger to her eye and traces a line down her cheek to tell me that she is crying. I nod in understanding.

The event I had been eagerly looking forward to is slipping away from my grasp, snatched away by someone who was once my closest kin. With a surge of determination, I take a deep breath and steady myself. I refuse to be confined, both physically and metaphorically, by my sister's malice. Summoning all my strength, I step back from the door and survey my surroundings. The room is dimly lit, the air heavy with tension. My gaze lands on a cracked window, its jagged edges reflecting the shards of pain that I have gone through my whole life. Without hesitation, I make my way toward it.

I sat for a moment with my hands finally separated, the blood moving back into my wrists . The door was still closed and still quiet. I put the glass shard in my jacket pocket, stood up slowly and crossed to the window and moved the curtain aside carefully with one finger. I saw a narrow side street, and a gate at the end of it leading to what looked like a main road. Two wheelie bins against the wall below the window. The drop from the window to the ground was manageable. Eight feet at most. I looked at the door one more time. Then I unlatched the window as quietly as I could manage and pushed it open.

The photograph was not taken from inside my room. It was taken through the window. From outside. The angle came in low and slightly to the left, catching my desk and the edge of my bed and the sunflowers on the sill, but the glass itself was visible at the very edge of the frame, a thin reflective line I had missed the first time because my eyes went straight to the dead flowers and stopped there. Through the window. Not inside.

Mia's POV The morning sun was shining through the window of my office, casting a faint golden glow on the polished wooden floor. I sat behind my desk, the remnants of last night’s work scattered in front of me—a half-empty glass of whiskey, crumpled maps, and notes detailing our upcoming plans.

Not like this. Not with— I reached the back corner, and saw it. One window with the curtains wide open. It was our bedroom window and although the glass was locked shut, I could see through it and probably call someone that might be passing. Light spilled outward, cutting through the rain as I stepped closer and looked gazed insides I was made to freeze. At first, I didn’t understand what I was staring at as I saw movement but then I blinked and it became clear with the sharp sting in my chest.

A mask slipped over my face. I disabled the mansion’s cameras through my phone, debating whether to take the back door or the window. The staff might delay me. The window was risky—but faster. Window it is!

But I could force the window open. One breath of air at a time.

My gaze settled on the window! I dragged the trash bin closer and flipped it. It wobbled under my weight, but I braced myself against the cold wall. The window was narrow and painted shut. I pushed. Nothing. I shoved harder. Creak. The frame popped open just wide enough for me to squeeze through. I dropped onto a bed of gravel and swallowed a scream. Catching my breath, I pushed myself to my feet and limped my way around the property, toward the main road. My phone vibrated with another text.

I just want to be by myself right now. And I am still thinking about that when that beautiful, gorgeous face pops up in my head once again, and it makes me groan with so much annoyance. I don't know how, but I lift up my fist and punch against the glass window, shattering it into so many pieces as the debris falls right outside, and both of them look at me with wide eyes. Holy shit! I am finally brought back to the present as I look outside, observing the broken window in front of me.