Novel & Cerita Through My Window

I want to go back to my room. When entering the room, I locked my bedroom door tight and walked towards the window. I took a harsh breath of oxygen as if I didn't want to share it with anyone else. My chest was tight from running, and my wounds were stinging even more. But I can still hold on well. My eyes swept the view of the twilight outside of my window. The hills are visible, and the orange sky is also perfectly painted. The sun is almost half set. "I didn't do anything really, anyone who heard me. Trust me," I shouted.

I рісk a tаblе where I can juѕt mаkе out April thrоugh thе frоnt window. I watch her саrеfullу frоm the dіѕtаnсе. It brеаkѕ mу heart tо ѕее her walk uр to a саr window, attempt tо nеgоtіаtе a trісk and get rеjесtеd.

Jumping over it, I turned to the window that I had used to get in before. No light came from the window and I wondered if she was even at home. The window was closed. I picked up a few pebbles from the ground below and tossed them at the glass. The bounced off with a small thud. I tossed a dozen more pebbles at the glass, they bounced off with a thud but still no one responded.

I рісk a tаblе where I can juѕt mаkе out April thrоugh thе frоnt window. I watch her саrеfullу frоm the dіѕtаnсе. It brеаkѕ mу heart tо ѕее her walk uр to a саr window, attempt tо nеgоtіаtе a trісk and get rеjесtеd.

I almost made myself an enemy of the population by tattling my ward mates’ play dead plan. “The chef cooked more meat this time. It’s a shame that your neighbours have fallen asleep already.” I shifted my gaze because I felt awkward after lying. These women should thank me. Then my eyes caught the view on the window. “The moon is beautiful today, Miss.” “Hmmm. I thought so.” But the wind is too cold outside. I can’t risk my health to see it up close. “The windows are made of thick glass. The cold breeze outside won’t be able to seep their way inside.”

Without awareness of the road or the rain; the car moved letting my thoughts scattered in my mind. I let my brain roam free and my heart in exploring new avenues. I lift my pointed finger, tracing the window shield. I saw my reflection on it. They say, when a door closes, another one opens but, the way I see it, when a window closes you can only see what could have been through its transparent surface. They’re devious, sly, and tricky the way they allow you to see through them.

he said, throwing me a UV torch. I caught it and flicked it on as I ran out the door, Burney one step behind. I sprinted over shattered glass sprinkling the concrete path like thorns, dimly aware of it piercing my feet. I grabbed the door handle to the other room and swore. It was locked from the inside. "We'll have to use the window," I called over my shoulder

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.

There was nothing else around me except for trees and the full moon staring right through my soul. I was free. But I had no idea where to go. I took another glance around, slowly. I sensed a few people, sleeping inside the building while their cars were parked nearby. Taking a breath, I pushed my arm forward and slammed it straight through the window of one of the cars. It shattered right away and the pieces of glass fell on the ground while a few of them were brushed away from my shirt.

Anger coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to confront Martha, even though deep down, I questioned whether she would be willing to engage in a conversation with me. As I approached the table, a heavy sigh escaped my lips, a poignant gesture that mirrored the weight of my emotions. I couldn't help but turn my gaze towards the window, seeking solace in the outside world. The view outside seemed to reflect the turmoil within me as if nature itself understood my inner turmoil.