Through My Window 소설 & 이야기

I threw myself out of the window, shattering it in the process. "Who is there?" I heard Anna's voice from the room all startled.

My life has become a series of bad news. My eyes fell on a tiny shard of glass by the window. Determined, I walked purposefully towards it and picked it up. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to feel all the pains that I might have withheld. When I opened them, I slowly brought my hand up and positioned the glass shard on my wrist.

My hair is just as thick and long as usual, and my green eyes are clear, albeit a little bloodshot. It’s more something I can’t see with my eyes. I see it with my soul. The poison. Eating me from the inside out. Between the lingering arousal in my body from the stairwell conversation and seeing this—the effects of the poison on me, the poison that’s going to kill me—I need some air. Downstairs, I bypass the broken door, since there’s no way in hell I want to deal with trying to finagle it back into place. The living room window is still open from our impromptu drinking party, so I slip over the window sill and drop to the dirt.

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.

I haven’t had one since I fled the night of my sister’s mating. I peer both ways and then peel left, wandering along the house until I reach the living room window a dozen or so paces from the front door. Palming the glass, I try to hoist it up—nothing, not even a quiver. I step to the next window beside it and try again but come to the same conclusion.

Sweat drips down my temple as I pry again and again, every creak of the frame a prayer. Finally, with a sharp pop, the window shifts wider. I stare at it, breathless. The window is high, too high to reach alone. My gaze sweeps the room and lands on the bed. I drag it across the floor, the legs screeching against the stone. My muscles scream, but desperation drives me harder. I push it beneath the window, i put the table on it, and the chair on top, then i climb slowly , and stretch upward again. This time, my fingers curl around the frame.

I stumble backward, my body screaming in protest as I try to move, try to think, try to survive. There’s no time or space. Nowhere to run. The window. It’s the only option, the only chance. My heart pounds wildly as I turn, half-running, half-stumbling toward it, every step sending fresh waves of pain tearing through my body. I can feel him behind me. My hand slams against the glass and I don’t stop. I throw myself forward. The window shatters on impact. Glass explodes around me in a storm of jagged shards, slicing into my arms, my face, my skin as I crash through it.

I dried off and grabbed my nightgown off the couch. Apart from the lighting in the bathroom, I noticed light filtering into the bathroom from the window. I walked closer to the window and grabbed the table beside the window and climbed on it. Penny hurried to help steady it and she held on to it, so I wouldn't fall. I stared longingly out the window as I took in the view. I smiled sadly. “It's daybreak.” I murmured. My heart ached. I couldn't see anything. I mean…the only thing I could see was the club.

I pressed my fingers on the floor, supporting myself to get up. In seconds, I was up. I looked around, and there was only one way to leave here. The window. I chuckled. A sad sound. Because there was no way I would fit in through the window. Unless… My eyes looked around… The baseball bat. I rushed to it. Picking it up, the bat connected with the glass. Shattering it. Four more hits, and I was sure I could pass through. Instantly, My head popped out of the window. But not before—

“I'M HORNY” 1 I stood by my bedroom window, the curtains pulled just enough to give me a perfect, unobstructed view across the narrow alley into his floor-to-ceiling glass. The city lights outside painted everything in soft neon and gold, but my eyes were locked on the scene unfolding directly opposite me on the 12th floor.