Mistress of Stitches

Shattered Glass

Again, I'm at the window, moonlight flooding through the slightly foggy glass. I peer out at the trees, making up a whole forest of purple leaves, as they blow gently in the wind.

I can barely hear the wind as the rustling of those leaves. There is a lake somewhere beyond those trees, apparently more than halfway in. Rumors that the lake is a purple, almost lavender, matching the darker leaves, have three swings hanging off a tree branch right over the lake. You can almost touch the water with your toes if you sit on one of them. That is, if your legs were long enough, I guess.

But those are only school rumors. Kids making them up to scare others, or to interest people, making them think they were brave going into that forest. I was once woken up by the sounds of three kids daring each other to go into the forest, to the lake and back. All of them boys trying to hide their fear of going in there.

I swear, I don't care, I'd go in there with out hesitation. Better off in there, than in here with my stepmother. It's not really the time to see frost on the window, but it's night time.

There is no way I can open this window- anymore. It used to open 6 months ago. Before Taylor knew it could open. She never found out why it was open, why I would open it at all anyways. Sure, to jump out, but she knew I was too scared to jump out of a window that high and kill myself.

I had left the window to go to bed, forgetting to close it. I was too tired to even remember how to turn the freaking knob of my door. It was just about to be 8, three minutes to be exact, I didn't even hear the door open but I heard the clear loud yelling of that stupid woman. "Why in the world is this window open?!! Wha-- How--? THIS OPENS?!!" She was yelling.

She slammed the window's doors shut, that it almost sounded that she broke the glass. When I woke up the next morning, the window I could see out of it the same. It looked the same, as if nothing was done to it. I was actually surprised to see it was even boarded. But I could see where she took off the tiny handle bars, and super glued the middle with some random nails hammered in. In fact, the window didn't budge.

Hearing the door swing open, and someone setting down what seems to be plates on a counter near the sink, I start to bound down the steps. I don't want to Taylor, if it is her, to see me at the window. The someone has already left, leaving me a pile of plates and glasses, as you would pretty much see on SpongeBob.

I start to clean the dishes, no longer counting how many are left anymore. It's pointless. But wait. Isn't there a sink in the kitchen I can use? Why is there even a sink in here?? As I scrub the plates, with these ugly dark green rubber-like gloves, I start to scrub harder, gritting my teeth. This is so stupid, why would she even bring the dishes here?! There's a dishwasher and a sink in the kitchen! And obviously she wouldn't bring a huge stack of dirty plates!! She would yell for me to get in the kitchen and clean them. But why am I even doing this at all?!!

I take the plate I have in my hands and throw it at the stack on the counter right next to me. I yank off the gloves and throw them at the plates too. My shoes slam as a run up the stairs, Taylor must have heard because she's already speed walking in her heels to my door.

I grab my phone, my thread, my bear, and the other dress with the stars I like. I put them all in a storage area in my mind where I can get them back later, all except for my bear. I punch at window, shattering the glass and the black metal looking things. Broken shards of glass is everywhere at the top of the stairs, around my feet.

Taylor swings open the door, banging it Aguascalientes the wall so hard, that it might have made a dent. I don't even look back at her, I don't care. I look down at the ground from the pretty much open window, and see that freaking black figure, this time reaching up at me with one hand. I stare at it until I can hear Taylor halfway up the steps.

I bend down grabbing my bears arm and standing back up, all while looking at her come up the stairs. She starts to run at me. I give her a psychotic smile and she tries to grab at me. But I have already pounced backward, almost out the window as I sing in her ear, "I'm breaking up," still with the freaking smile on my face. I'm out the window, falling towards the figure, with Taylor looking at me with absolute disgusted rage from the window.

Just as quick as I have pounced out the window, I feel a small someone snatch me and dash into the woods. Out of sight enough to not be seen. The speed makes me dizzy, and I pass out with the bear still in my arms.