Day by day I stand in the window looking out at the world.
I never speak, I never make any attempt to communicate with anyone.
I am simply there.
It seems I always have been.
People wonder, "Who is she?" and stare.
Then they leave, bored when I don't do anything.
Day by day I stand, they stare then leave.
The cycle repeats.No end, no beginning.
Rumors start, a ghost they say.
They call me Sara. Why does that sound familiar?
Investigations are made, an arrest happens, and a body is found.
She looks like me.
Murder they claim. The girls uncle killed the her.
He shot her. Right in front of my window.
I think I had an uncle once. I don't remember much.
I only remember a sharp pain in my head.
People look at me in pity now. Why?
After the investigation, people started to visit my window.
They leave gifts. For the girl? She was buried, so why here?
Why not in the cemetery?
No matter what their reasons, I will always be... the girl in the window.
