Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

Chapter 2 The Best One Yet In Chicago

Word Count: 1412 | Released on: 17/09/2023

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rawing paper. My eyes were devoid of any sleep, my concentration remained steady while I drew my morning away. Makayla's case forced me to unravel my talent for imaginative drawing as I struggled to

I pushed the clock standing on my drawing table close to my hand, to the floor, shattering it to pieces. "Son of a gun!" My palpitations set in again. My mom always got me those clocks and placed them on my drawing table on purpose knowing th

ked to my mirror and behold! The giant shadows under my eyes were darker than ever; don't even get me started on the puffiness. Scratch that, I had conceale

e kit

"I was about bringing your drugs to you. What would

t her rambling short. 'S

sighed briefly, walking out of her sig

always, they had zero effect. Apparently, she had paused to take a closer look wh

sigh from her chest movement before turning around to me. 'Stop looking at me like that.' I scorned the pitiful look my mom always wo

mic mug forcefully. 'Not again.' I let out a deep sigh of annoy

later, I felt her han

etting hold of my left forearm, she tu

ld wearing the pitiful look tha

ndous sessions do I need to go through before you and dad finally understand how useless

tly, her face was washed over with empathy. "Let us

just words. It's been a month already, and nothing's changed! "Don't you get it??!!" I voiced. "These people are not helping matters,

to normal," she recited anxiously. I could tell the burning yearn for my cooperation from

d with emphasis on the last 'father.' My father who was literally ready to buy me a new life

ost in tears. "I need my child back. I need my once warm and happy child back." Emotional blackmail! That's the trick that landed me on the chair opposite the so called therapists most

if nothing

w it!" I muttered under my

traight to

to confirm and so I did. Voila! I caught sight of a silky haired woman looking out the window. Following the trail of her really long hair all the way dow

ead to the wall clock to check the time. It was past 9 already. 'Has she been waiting longer than I t

a colder voice as she turned around

rsened; I could feel a rush of adrenaline charging through my veins; my neck felt heavy like it couldn't stand the blood pressure anymore; my breathing rhythm changed instantly; it was damn hard

alm heels to support my temples the moment my terrible headaches set in. It felt as if my whole world was spinning in a fury. My heart and brain

my petite touch compared to the gigantic shelf showed an effect. It fell to the other side pushing the other shelf beside it, until the third and final shelf – which was

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Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

Sakura Uchiha Young Adult

“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?"”