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Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

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Chapter 1 Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

Word Count: 1745    |    Released on: 17/09/2023

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ed 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 comfo

g to draw at the time, then added it to the litter on the floor. "Ash...

in to drop the tray of medicine on the table.

ng everywhere on the floor. "'Deep Ocean Blue Eyes'" she read aloud what was wr

ed almost at once. "There's no inform

you expect this to work?" she paused a bit while observing my countenance cl

" I exclaimed with ensuing whi

oothingly before taki

nd watch him roam the streets free after kil

e," she solaced, caressing my ruffled hair. "Why don't you take your drugs, get some

hey 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 dru

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r. In response, we both turned around to see him grinning from ear to ear a few paces away. "D

aring a sheepish smile. It was damn obvious

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

k to normalcy. "Are you okay?" she asked warmly when she finally gained my attention. Before long, she too coul

him," I mutt

on with the only information divulged to her. Following the trail of my

for one had never caught a glimpse of him before. My ensuing shivers were put on hold the moment

hat, it was the last day of school for that session, what could possibly outweigh that fulfilling feeling for average students like ourselves

Makayla's. She lived alone, and I had alrea

one hand, and a shot glass on the other. The 21-year-old alcohol

mild riposte at once, closing our distance. "You'd love i

a shot

"the shot glass." Whoever had the most resistance to the alcoholic beverage wins and gets a wish granted by the loser. Makayla was very well aware of my low res

dramatic scowl on the fourth shot. With a thud on the table using the glass, I passed the b

g the wild fellow, our friendship blossomed nonetheless. She was more of a sister than a best friend to me; one of the few I could open up

lack darkness indicating the night's presence as the lights were off. Still under the influence of alcoho

ce of the tiles became irregular and slightly sticky beneath my fingers. "What the fuck is this?" I thought. There and then the skies clamored, shedding light – through the lightening that struck – on the grottiest scene I was yet to behold. "Aaaaaa

houghts, I struggled to keep up with the countless openings as I only had two hands at my disposal. "Somebody help!!" I screamed only to be greeted by the echoes of my very own voice. "Makayla! Makayla!!" without letup, I hailed t

sent down my spine as I facepalmed myself in utter shock. With the creepy sensation ridding my legs of any life, I faltered back into the bloody pool. Shuddering in deep fear, I groveled instead to reach my bag which lay near the mirror. The nig

urmoil. Before long, my head also began to spin. '

earing the call made clear for the th

said assuringly, her eyeballs all w

cean blue eyes... deep ocean bl

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“Could you ever imagine having a phobia for eyes? A pair of deep ocean blue eyes is not just enticing but aesthetically appealing to the visual senses (eyes) as well. But that was miles away from being the case for a certain Ashley Sinclair. Not only did she have a phobia for blue eyes, she was also diagnosed with insomnia, anxiety disorder, panic disorder, etc, and had to live on drugs following the gruesome event that occurred on the 18th of July. Hooded guy with black nose mask and blistering deep ocean blue eyes raining lours on Ashley. That enigmatic scene that continued for days was brought to an abrupt end on a bloody note – Makayla Palmer was murdered in cold blood. Unfortunately, Ashley was the only one allowed to wake up in that pool of blood, falling asleep with her best friend full of life only to find her on the brink of death afterwards. Subsequent to lying unconscious in the hospital for a few weeks, she woke up with a whole new personality, dampened yet one with the deep burning urge to bring the killer to misery. She did all in her power to help the police in her case. Having chiseled a spitting image of the hooded guy to mind, she was able to produce a portrait on paper. That portrait was useless until a second murder case resembling Makayla's took place. The other female students of International University of Chicago were slowly consumed by fear after a series of death confirmed to be a serial killer case, wondering 'who's next?' A part of Ashley surged with thrill, gaining the opportunity to pull the puzzle pieces together and somehow solve the mystery. Ashley somehow eventually found herself entwined in an exhausting love triangle between Carson Anderson – her detective friend – and Daniil Smirnov – an ousted Russian heir transferred to her school. The duo slowly began to compete for her attention and love but Ashley wasn't into either of them. At first. Their relationship later ended with Carson as the third wheel because Ashley without knowing, fell deeply in love with Daniil. Slowly his influence rubbed off, letting her old personality return. Little did she know what laid in store at the end of that tunnel she thought to bring so much positivity and radiance to her soul. There was more to Daniil than met the eye. The culprit at long last revealed himself. But instead of leaving Ashley feeling elated and fulfilled having achieved the greatest feat, it left her confused and in disarray. 'How could she not have known? Did she see the signs but choose to ignore them? How could she not have felt the killer's presence even when he was so close? "Who killed Makayla?"”