Through My Window Novels & Stories

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.

Venus's POV I wake up and look through the window. Another small pebble hits the glass of the window again and I jump a little before I walk over, to find Theo about to throw another pebble towards my window. It's still dark but Thank Heavens for the werewolf ability that I can see clearly.

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.

So after looking for days, my phone never showed up, and I’ve pretty much accepted I’ll never see it again. I look around the room, trying to trace the source of the music. With a start, I realize that it’s coming from the window. The sound is coming from outside. My window is slightly ajar to let in the cool night air. I tip toe over to it, noticing how the song gets slightly louder and clearer the closer I get. What I see when I reach the window takes my breath away. A faint silvery light glows in the distant darkness of the forest, pulsing and radiating with a slow rhythm, like a phosphorescent fish glimmering in the gloomy ocean depths.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t, but as I step out into my living room, my shoes sinking into the antique Persian rug I inherited from my father, I can’t imagine living any other way. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as I walk to the floor- to-ceiling window that stretches from one side of the room to the other. It’s a single pane of bulletproof glass, but nobody would be able to get a shot at me from all the way up here. I can barely see the city below me, just the tops of the buildings and a few yellow taxis like the reflection of fireflies in still black lake. My phone buzzes in my back pocket. Probably Valentin.

I needed to keep a level head if I was going to find a way out of this situation. The only viable out was the window. If it refused to open then I would find a way to open it. My eyes landed on a solid wood end table next to an oversized leather couch. It was heavy, so hopefully it would do something. I picked it up and took a deep breath before throwing it as hard as I could through the window. Shimmering pieces of glass clattered to the ground below.

I can picture him crazed, tearing up the roads in his truck, racing into the city and quizzing a confused and frightened Mercy about my whereabouts. I've got to keep trying. My heart pounds as I stalk over to the last window, hidden behind a voluminous sheer curtain, the only one I haven't tried because it looks too small to climb out of. "C'mon," I whisper, willing the window to open. With trembling hands, I reach out and grasp the slim metal lock. To my shock, it pops open in my fingers. Relief shoots through me as the window slides over, and muggy air floods the room. Finally. I close my eyes and let my small victory sink in.

I can’t help but chuckle at what I see. Rose’s POV Walking into the billion dollar kitchen – I still can not help but marvel at it’s absolute beauty. “Wow” I gasp as I lay eyes on the large kitchen window. The sky is a black pit of darkness – its tiny stars twinkle so lightly , that you may need to strain your eyes a bit to see them. I move towards the window slowly , I am truly mesmerized by this enchanting sight. I place my both hands on the window – and very childishly smush my face on the transparent glass. I can feel how hot my breath is as it heats up my face – the surround glass around my face becomes misty.

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.