Through My Window Novels & Stories

Oh yess the window ! I went near the window fastly opening the curtains .I trys to open them but it's locked. I tried one more time, still jammed, in its place . Out of frustration I punched the window which resulted in my own painful fist ,damn it's hurting like bitch. And I am holding my throbbing fist with my other hand doing some kind of panda dance jumping on one leg to other in hope to reduce the pain. During my jump my eyes went towards the window again this time I noticed the outside surrounding and got shocked ,I was so busy in opening the window that I didn't notice the outside world.it feels like I am on some kind of hill because I can see the lake far from here.

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 was unharmed and they weren't hurting me at all. I walked across the room and looked out my window with bars on it and I saw someone shining through the woods in the distance. Like the sun was reflecting off of something. I couldn't make out what it was though. It was strange. I strained to see what it was, but it was too far into the woods. Past Jackson's patrols.

I saw him, through smoked glass, unlocking the door. I scurried across a patch of young grass and sat down beneath one of the windows that faced into the square. I thought it was a kitchen window, for no better reason than its proximity to a large waste pipe, which could have meant nothing. I waited for a light to illuminate some of the grass, but when it did, it was at the side of the house and I had to creep round. There was a tiny crack between the window frame and the blind if I was very, very careful, I could just fit my eye in that space and take a look.

The window was shut though so I needed to get her to open it first. I bent over and picked up a handful of small pebbles from the ground then I straightened and threw one at the window with not too much force so the glass wouldn't shatter. The light thud of the pebble hitting the glass echoed and I glanced warily at the other windows, hoping I wouldn't wake Beta Michael and his mate. I waited for a few seconds and whispered a prayer to the moon goddess before throwing another pebble at the window My lips spread in a grin when I heard footsteps from her room rushing towards the window and in a spilt second; I was blessed with a view of her beautiful face as she unlocked the window and pulled

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

Why add more? Stepping sideways to the window, I swing the lamp. And just like I thought, my hand goes through the glass with the lamp. Glass glitters as it falls to the ground below my window, but I can’t hear the sound over my own heartbeat freaking the fuck out. I step to the window and pull in a few lungfuls of clean, pure air. It’s with my head mostly out of the window that I hear the sounds of sirens coming towards the house and I know that help is on the way.

Maybe it is the kind of cold that settles inside a person and then makes a home there. I stand by the window, the glass cool under my fingertips. The vines that used to creep along the frame and block half my view are gone. Cut clean. It almost looks like the way it was before, the way I used to like it. A strange reminder that even things that grow without permission can be erased if someone decides they should not be there. I press my forehead lightly against the glass. The chill seeps into my skin, and for a second it feels good, like it pushes back the warmth rising behind my eyes. My reflection stares back at me.

I run my hand along the edges, feeling for any leaks of warm air coming in from outside, and feel nothing. “And this window was replaced.” I turn, looking at Pandora. “It’s not like it’s special magic glass or anything.” I bring my hand down, and my fingers catch on the little gemstone wind chime I have hanging on the window. The chain breaks, and the chime falls into the sink. “Dammit,” I grumble. “I liked hearing this chiming when the window’s open.”

No explanation. I lean back, trying to shake it off, but my eyes drift toward the window. A chill races up my spine. Standing up slowly, I walk over, each step heavier than the last. And then I see it. “What the actual fuck?” My hands tremble as I reach for my phone, my fingers fumbling over the screen until I hit his name. “Hey babes,” Justin mumbles casually, his voice dripping with nonchalance. “Justin, can you come over? There’s a weird fucking heart drawn on my window—outside!” My voice pitches, panic creeping in despite my efforts to sound calm.