Blue Eyes Alpha English

~~Ashley’s POV~~

“Ashley!” I heard the pestering hail – I knew to be my mom’s – for the umpteenth time a few paces away from behind the door. Well, it was expected as I had adopted the lifestyle of remaining indoors 95% of my day if not 100. Whatever I needed was brought to my room; I only left the comfort of its four walls when it was inevitable. Away from the world, behind closed doors, I remained and helped the police on Makayla’s murder case.

“Ashley!” I heard it again and immediately squeezed the paper I was using to draw at the time, then added it to the litter on the floor. “Ash…” “Coming,” I cut in sluggishly before dragging my feet to get the door.

“Were you asleep?” she asked kindly, walking in to drop the tray of medicine on the table. I scoffed silently before replying, “As if.”

“What’s all this?” she asked me, bending to pick one of the squeezed papers lying everywhere on the floor. “’Deep Ocean Blue Eyes’” she read aloud what was written on one. “You’re still on this? I told you the police would handle this…”

“They can’t handle it, mom!” I retorted almost at once. “There’s no information whatsoever they have about him!”

“Do you think you could help by drawing different shades of blue eyes? How do you expect this to work?” she paused a bit while observing my countenance closely before continuing, “I know it’s hard baby. But you need to take it easy.”

“I need to try something, Mom!” I exclaimed with ensuing whimpers as I fell back to my bed.

“Honey,” she called soothingly before taking the spot beside me.

“I need to try something. I can’t sit here and watch him roam the streets free after killing my best friend!” I lamented, teary-eyed.

Without saying further, she pulled me into her bosom. “It’s okay baby, you’ll be fine,” she solaced, caressing my ruffled hair. “Why don’t you take your drugs, get some sleep, and we’ll talk about this later?” the distressed woman suggested innocently.

I’d been on medications – I knew nothing of – for the past month following Makayla’s death. The doctors who gave the prescription said they were for my anxiety disorder, insomnia, and all other messed up medical terms they used to brainwash my parents. Nevertheless, my condition remained the same. My insomnia which was a result of recurring nightmares continued, and my “anxiety” became my closest company at the time. So taking the drugs was useless and I’d sometimes flush them down the drain. My mom eventually took note and took it upon herself to personally administer them. After much talking, I yielded on the condition that she remained beside me.

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“Makayla!” called from nowhere, a voice recognized to be Jordan’s while we walked home together. In response, we both turned around to see him grinning from ear to ear a few paces away. “Do not forget to turn in your assignment by the weekend!” he reminded her of an overdue project.

“I sure will!” Makayla said in response, wearing a sheepish smile. It was damn obvious those two had a serious crush on each other.

Randomly shifting my gaze, I locked eyes once again with the strange dude in a hood and nose mask standing near the pole adjacent to the general math hall. It was the fifth time that week being in such an eerie atmosphere. Without any interactions or contact, a few paces away, dude just rained lours on me concealing his identity, leaving only his deep ocean blue eyes to my knowledge. On the first and second occasions, I attached no strings to his presence, brushing off whatever suspicions I could have harbored as “just a random weird dude on campus.” However, the third and fourth occasions slapped reality to my face somewhat – I was being stalked! Naturally, my excitement was washed away immediately. Deeply engaged in the depth of his glare as though he was digging into my skin, I totally forgot my company.

“Ashley!” I heard Makayla holler, standing right next to me. She’d probably been calling my stupefied state back to normalcy. “Are you okay?” she asked warmly when she finally gained my attention. Before long, she too could also sense my nervousness by virtue of the sweat that became imminent on my face as that hardly ever happened.

“I… I saw him,” I muttered shakily.