Prologue: The walls have ears and the window has eyes..

I listen to the soothing rain dropping onto the roof of the house. Oh how I wish I was out there in the cold rain. How I would love to feel the rain against my olive skin. And how I would surely prefer the refreshing smell of the wet earth rather than the stench of cheap air freshner in my suffacating bedroom.
Instead I was stuck inside staring up at my off white ceiling, that has cracks shaped like exploding stars.
This was my punishment. My punishment for embarassing her. I didn't mean to. I swear I didn't. It just happened.
I eyed the window warily, wondering if I could climb out there and go to the roof. Feel the rain at the fullest effect. But no. I'd probably fall to a slippery death.
The window was mocking me. It knew all my dark, little secrets and wants to mock me. Knowing I need to escape before I choke on this smothering air.
I pulled my eyes away from the window and continued my stare down with the ceiling.
"This town ain't big enough for the both of us," I told the ceiling.
I imagined that the ceiling actually blinked. and when it blinked it was all over. The ceiling disappeared and was replaced with the crying night sky.

I sighed in bliss and closed my eyes. After awhile I opened my burning eyes and the ceiling was back. Damn it.

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

I could imagine this setting, this character and this scene so well with the way you described it. I really liked it, and it raises all kinds of questions about the story, which is good for a first chapter! I love the way the character thinks of the window and the ceiling as if they have minds and consciousness. I talk to furniture a lot too. This was a lovely read!

[Heromen Selena]

This is oozing with personality. Love it. It lets the reader know who exactly is the main character with out a name. Nice job.

[Sophie]

You described it all really well, and it had a mysterious feel to it. Great job!