Through My Window Novels & Stories

I can see the curtain, the shadow of someone moving inside. The message reads: I am not there anymore. I am closer. I am inside. I have been inside. I am in your walls. I am in your vents. I am in your head. I have been here all along. You just did not see me. I stand. I walk to the window. The glass is cold against my forehead. The fire escape is empty. The metal is wet. The stairs lead down into the dark. The window is locked. The latch is secure. I check it twice.

Suddenly, I felt a mild tap on my window. “Are you alright?”

Hermosa's POV I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the trees blur into a dark smudge against the horizon. My arm throbbed where the needle had pierced me—a dull reminder of the life I’d just drained out of myself for people who looked at me like a meal.

Telling me to hide like a scared little girl. I paced the room, “No, there’s no way I’m going to take orders from him!” With that, I turned to the window, yanked the curtain open wider just to spite him. Sunlight poured in, warm on my face. And I smiled at my mischievousness until u heard a low hum just outside the window. It was a small back drone, it was outside the glass, close enough that I could see the tiny camera lens glinting. My breath caught. It dipped slightly, and something fluttered against my window; a piece of paper fell into my room.

I step towards the cracked window, wiping the dust off the glass with my fingers. I look inside through the newly wiped area, thankful that I don't see my father. I walk to the dirty, cracked window and looked inside. There is no one home. No one at the house I grew up in. I look on the ground for something to break the window with. I lay my eyes on a rock. I pick it up and wrap my scraped fingers around it. Next thing I know. The window is shattering, and glass is flying inside of the house. There are still glass shards poking out.

I pulled away from the casket and turned to look at the closed window that stood just beside the stone table. Walking in front of it, I grasped the handle of the window and attempted to swing it open. Just as I thought it was locked, I managed to open it with little effort but as soon as a breeze made its way inside the area, it opened. Thunder rumbled outside as continuous rain poured, causing the breeze to whistle in my ears. When I tried to get my hand outside the window, the same thing happened; there was an invisible barrier stopping me from getting through. I attempted once more but nothing really happened as I sighed in frustration.

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.

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.

Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds. Jack?!

A faint light was shining from above. I looked up. A window. “Thank God…” I whispered, swallowing hard. I gauged the size, struggling to brace myself. “I think I can fit through.” I stretched my arms out and pushed the glass pane outward. The sound of the metal creaking echoed louder than it should have. I opened the window with effort, trying to stay focused, but before I could fully lift myself, a voice sounded nearby. “Lauren, you sneaky little thing.” James’s voice rang out playfully.