The Woman At The Window (completed)

The Woman At The Window (completed)

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Ellen lives in the city with her husband and young toddler. One day when the den window is open she notices a window across the way in a different apartment building. It is painted bright yellow, and had a flower box of blood red roses hanging from the sill. Inside the apartment is a woman and her boyfriend, both gorgeously young, in the prime of their lives. Ellen becomes jealous and begins watching them, willing the two to break up, yet they never did. But Ellen, even though she has no business there, watched the two until something unexpected happened. . . She was the woman at the window, and she became part of the couple's life, even though they did not know. She saw everything.
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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