The girl behind the window

Chapter 1 - Windows

Windows. There are a few definitions of the word 'window'. The windows I think about are the ones filled with glass. The ones in houses, hotels, buses and cars. Windows provide a view from my room. Watching people walk past this tiny square in on one of the suffocating brick walls that surround my room.

I was lucky to have a window here. Not many people are fortunate enough to get this opportunity. Then again I guess dying people don't really think about windows.

They just care about surviving.

This window is my last bit of having a normal life. Being able to see the outside. People walking past, mostly on their phones. But now and again there's a group of friends or family. Talking, laughing, having fun without their phones. Sometimes I like to imagine and make up what I think they're thinking about. A little game to play when i'm bored. For example if a girl with braids, braces, glasses and zits covering her face I think of an undercover spy who is using the cliche nerdy girl as a disguise. She is actually really pretty, not that she isn't now, and is a role model to others because of her sheer determination that has lead her to be the most requested spy in her agency. I know it seems childish but the brain gets desperate when you have finished every TV show known to mankind.

I remember a few weeks ago. The sound of  'nine in the afternoon' blasting out of the radio. (a/n: BEEBOOOOOO) The sound of a crash.

The silence echoed through the car. I couldn't move my arms or legs or fingers or toes. Darkness filled my vision and the noise of a siren echoed in my ears. We were lucky. The ambulance that just happened to drive by had ended up being the coincidence that saved us. Well. Half of us.

I looked over at my older sister, April . I knew she was sleeping but I always had a fear. The fear of losing her. I didn't want to lose anyone else. She was pretty much healed from the crash however I know that it had left a dent. Not a physical one, but a mental one that would remind her of the crash for the rest of her life.

I was recovering. Slowly but steadily and in another month, the doctors said I could be out of here. That scares me. The people here have become my family. Since mom and dad have gone, we have gotten closer to everyone here. April is technically old enough to live on her own and look after me but I don't think either of us is ready.

She began to wake up and I felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders. I know it has been a while and that she is completely safe and well but I just can't stand the thought of losing her.

I sat back and stared out the wonderful window and drifted off to sleep.