Through My Window Novels & Stories

Thinking that sends a quick, sharp ache through me. Mera would’ve known. She was the one who handled things like that. I move slowly from window to window, pulling fabric across glass, trying not to spiral into irritation over the ridiculous number of panels. When I reach the last window on the west wall beside my bed, I hesitate. From here, I have a direct view of the small cottage next door. Into Carter’s place.

I shift forward, eyes narrowing. Through the window, I can see the faint outline of a crib. Ariana’s shadow moves back and forth, slow, rhythmic, soothing. She’s singing. I can’t hear the words, but I know the melody. I press my hand against the cold windowpane of the car, fingers trembling. Something inside me twists tighter, darker. The glass fogs under my breath. I draw a line through it, just one, like I’m cutting the night in half. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” I murmur.

As I’m climaxing, I feel the presence of someone watching me through the bathroom window. The window has no curtain since our bathroom faces the woods behind our house. The window is just high enough to only show my shoulders and head; I put my hand on the window to wipe away the fog caused from the hot steam. I didn’t realize before I started to really look around in the backyard that my wolf Mia started helping me see through the darkness with wolf vision. I see eyes in the woods glowing silver looking up at me.

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 just want to be by myself right now. And I am still thinking about that when that beautiful, gorgeous face pops up in my head once again, and it makes me groan with so much annoyance. I don't know how, but I lift up my fist and punch against the glass window, shattering it into so many pieces as the debris falls right outside, and both of them look at me with wide eyes. Holy shit! I am finally brought back to the present as I look outside, observing the broken window in front of me.

Like the soul of every silent moment I had ever endured had risen at once to roar. My window cracked, and the glass shattered into several pieces behind me.

But I could force the window open. One breath of air at a time.

I asked myself while randomly watching on the other side of the window. The sun rays went inside the room. The light directed towards my face, and I couldn't start staring at the air passing in front of my vision, which can be spotted clearly through my naked eyes. The leaves were swaying, and I can hear the birds chirping even though the transparent window was closed. I can't stop but go near the window, open it, and see more of the view.

I glanced out the window to see the girl still staring into my window as if the tinted glass would suddenly turn into a see through glass which would enable her be able to see me. I scoffed.

He’d said he’d help me, no matter what. I stood up and walked to the window. It was old, with a wooden frame that had warped over the years. I’d climbed out of it a hundred times as a kid. I forced it open with both hands, biting back a gasp when the frame scraped skin from my palm. The drop into the yard knocked the breath from my lungs. I lay in the wet grass for one second, staring up at the dark window of the room where they expected a bride to wake. Then I stood.