Through My Window 2 Novels & Stories

My breathing also improved, which I guess is because of the small tube that they stuck to my nose that was feeding me oxygen. Skyr and Trei finally noticed that I was awake. I faintly saw Skyr barking an order at Trei and pointed to something behind him. I followed to where he was pointing to and saw Byron get up from bed. His eyes locked on mine like he wanted to come towards me. My mind was in a haze that I was having trouble remembering things. A sense of deja vu hit me as I have already just gone through this. When my gaze landed on Fleex, who was crawling onto the glass tube that I was in, that is when it hit me.

I kick and ram my shoulder into the door again and again. “Mira!” Levi shouts furiously, pounding his fist into the glass. I hear Mira screaming from inside, and I kick at the door furiously. “Fucking Christ, he just hurled her across the floor!” “Levi, break the fucking window!” I bellow. Levi looks around for something to throw through the window. He picks up a heavy stone flowerpot and throws it through the window. He steps back as it shatters in the frame. I vaguely hear another screech of tyres and a car door opening and closing.

I glanced out the window to see the girl still staring into my window as if the tinted glass would suddenly turn into a see through glass which would enable her be able to see me. I scoffed.

NIGHT WAS SLOWLY FADING AWAY. The stars seemed to dim with the break of daylight that was slowly and calmly coming in. I stood gazing out the window in a state of utter apprehension struggling to fathom the very path that had led my life to this bleak dead end. The small wooden brown window with thin glass shatters, the place that had now become a permanent spot for me to sit and ruminate on things; ruminating on my entire existence on this Earth brought me some form of closure and comfort. It eased my internal pain and I felt everything was going to be just okay. The window that had bore witness to my bleak and sad life also bore my happiest moments.

I use my free hand to try and open it, but the locks are hot and almost melted, and they burn the tips of my fingers at the first touch. I try to use my shoulder to break down the window, but it's of no use. There's only one thing to do. I have to launch myself through the window, but everything and everywhere is so hot. I can't even see to breathe. My cough increases, and my lungs feel like they've had enough. I know I only have a few minutes before I finally lose consciousness. I wrap my arms around the boy and tuck him between my chest andI turn my back to the window, and with full force, I lurch myself through it. I land outside on my back with a few pieces of shards that aren't afraid t

Hold. Out. But every time I exhale, I find my gaze drifting to the window. The same window someone tapped. The same window Lyon walked straight to when he came back inside. It looks ordinary now. Harmless. Almost innocent. But I know better. I take another breath—longer this time—and stand. My feet barely make a sound against the floor as I cross the room. I lift the edge of the curtain just enough to see the yard. It’s empty. At least, it looks empty.

Big glass window facing the porch. I stop in the middle. He shuts the door behind him. “We’re talking now.” “Sure,” I say. “Talk.” He opens his mouth. I grab the heavy stone coaster off the table and hurl it at the window. Glass shatters loud. I’m already running. I jump through the broken frame. “Lyra!” Aldric roars. I don’t stop. I sprint down the path, past the other cabins, straight to the main building. I slow to a walk the second I hit the entrance. Wipe my face with my sleeve. Breathe.

I refuse to go down like that. Scanning the window frame, ensuring there are no glass shards poking out that could slice through my thigh like butter while climbing through the window, I take the rock I used to clear away the glass and drop it down inside the window, listening for how long it takes to hit the floor and if it bounces off of anything. Within a second there's a sharp thwack followed by a smaller one as the rock lands and bounces once on the floor.

This one is all mine. Two of the walls are solid windows, so I get a magnificent view of the city and the horizon. I can even see the very tip top of the packhouse far off in the distance from here, just the chimney though. The ginormous windows are heavily tinted, UV protected and one way; no one can see in. That will be a good thing if I ever can get Rose in here and talk her into letting me fuck her up against the glass. Just the idea of that is beginning to tent my pants with the semi I’m forming. Down boy, put her back in her corner.

Rookie fucking mistake, I should have examined the window with more caution. Aside from finding another trap, I did learn the windows are made out of something similar to a two-way mirror or tinted windows. I can just make out my reflection in the glass, but I can’t see through it, yet I can see the light of this supposed lightning flashing inside. Iolaire walks up to me, “Find anything?” She quietly asks. “Razor blades,” I deadpan.