short stories

the window

short story #1

i glance out the window at the dark gray sky. thunder booms and a bright streak of lightning flashes across the sky, cutting a path between the churning storm clouds.

i live in the cottage, the cottage on a cliff by the sea. this very window overlooks the sea and i see the white froth of the waves as they hurl themselves against the sharp outcrop of the rocks.

the pine trees bend against the ferocious howl of the north wind, their leaves flying about them in an emerald storm. i open the window, just a creak, and let the wind buffet around the small room.

i sigh in despair as i look out the window, craning my neck out to see the neverending sea and sky.

my life is in a million pieces, is there really anything else to live for?

tears stream in little rivulets down my cheeks, following the paths that the previous tears did, and the ones before that.

is it worth living in this hell anymore?!

i open the window to its fullest extent and the wind rushes in with its full force, slamming into my face and blowing the curtains around. i stick my torso through.

settling down carefully on the slippery windowsill, i think my final thoughts about my loved ones as i look out to sea sadly.

will they miss me?

i think of all the mental abuse that i have been through, the jeers of my family and friends.

no.

i hurl myself off the windowsill, enjoying the momentary delight of the wind flowing through my hair, and adrenaline fills my every vein as i bask in the feeling of liberty.

i prepare myself for the jarring jolt that is about to come; falling onto water from this height is the same as slamming into solid asphalt.

mentally, i say farewell to all the people who tried to understand me, they tried, they tried...

and as i hit the emerald green water, the impact shakes the air out of my body and i close my eyes.

nothing has prepared me for this.

fiery pain erupts through my body, but not for long as the pain slowly dissipates into a numbing darkness, slowing down my thought processes and my heart beat. 

is this how it feels like to die?

a twisted smile forms on my face and the last thing i see is the sea closing up above me, forming a final, watery tomb.

author's note

i actually had a lot of fun writing this story, how i described the character's thoughts, her feelings, her despair.
what do you think? please leave some feedback down below, i'd love to hear your opinions.

thanks~
kittycyanide