Behind the Window

   The rain hit the glass of the window like a thousand little beads falling to the hard wood floor. The moonlight shone through the water littered glass. She could hear the wind calling from outside. She sat by the window, listening, as if waiting for someone to find her. But no one was looking for her. Her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. She could feel her heart beating in her chest. She watched the dark figures walking outside the window. They didn't know what hid behind the window pane of the old house. She leaned against the window, as if it weren't there. As if she could just go through the solid glass.  The cold from the wind felt wonderful against her warm skin. The old house let some wind into the room, filling it briefly with fresh air. One thing she desired all so much. She heard footsteps approaching her door. Quickly she stood and ran to her captive bed. The footsteps echoed like the sound of a beating drum. Her heart raced as she felt herself begin to shake. She laid down as the footsteps stopped outside her door. It was silent as he listened. She did her best to stay still, she was still hurting from the previous night. After what seemed like a lifetime the footsteps echoed away into silence once more.