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Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

Chapter 5 My First Therapy Session

Word Count: 2288    |    Released on: 17/09/2023

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he tremors to myself, trying my hardest not to cut through the placid atmosphere that hovered the dining table, around three of us. Oh yeah, that reminds m

the moment I veered back to my

riefly to her. "I'll call off the contract. I'm sorry for putting yo

different emotion, even in their first sessions, this one gave me quite the scare. For one, I knew she was crazy, just like me. To top it all up, she advised to seize "unnecessary med

wed brows and eyes staring intently at me.

bluntly. "Get her to c

awe. "What are you saying? Do you not rememb

tell so much about me

told her about you

is way for about a month, and she has phobia for blue eyes. Those wer

her Ashley was

patient.'" He spoke gibberish. "That's what

ven at that, Ashley's condition earli

ine no

el like I was overreacting earlier when

sick about her child on one end, and a seemingly crazy daughter who doesn't mind on the other end. 'I'm the one wearing the shoes, man!' my i

ain about thi

nded with an a

it's s

painted on her face. Without words, m

urs la

ad to pause my documentary to honor his calls, and yet, the

pack of orange juice. I hated orange juice for Christ's sake

a sheepish smile that spanned from one ear to the oth

re's

ime." 'Figures,' I mused. He was too busy with all other impo

ere going to do this." My mom w

enough?" Radiating with smiles, h

ment earned me a closer look at my unha

oranges," he tried to defend

carrot juice. I love oran

" 'That's bizarre

was busy." I finally drew

d you like then?

d.' "Just sit down

etween our faces. "How've you been?" he started. 'The hell. Don't

ng your time trying to get me better, rather than on me." My

e table, he tried to touch me but I withdrew myself. 'Seriously?' He was leaving f

thoughtlessly. "You'd do great if you used this time to rest rather than tr

im off. "I have a strong feeling your Miss Antonia will make a difference."

I'm sorry for interruptin

ance at the time. I was this close to snapping. Everyone knows Ashley seldom falls asleep. And

y about that. I'l

nd walked

xt mor

aight to the bathroom after trashing the alarm clock. As usual, I washed up and applied concealer around my eye

g my pinky toe against a footstool

completely. What wrong timing for my mom to show

who dared to disturb me the firs

ed innocently, smiling like it

your sense of sight gone mi

. par

y my sudden actions. "Can you not read?" I queried again, calling

isturb,'"

p showing your ugl

our hot towel," she begged, bowing h

" my mom c

uld bring the hot towel

It's just that you

got her sprinting in less than a mi

she informed, going to the bat

at her punctuality for re

stion in mind as I knew the answ

New York alre

ecting?" I mutt

rdo

er m

he's up to this time." She muttered the latter part. "An

thing about my drugs was mentioned; he

reakfast together and proceeded to the balcony upstairs for our s

s?" she inquired shortly

break

have a pi

y taste," I

sic?" she asked

ore than 95% of my time," I repl

isturbs

ious

ephrase. Did y

ion." For starters, we were sitting beside each other on the couch, and s

p calm you down. It's work

of songs increase

of the best. You could even fall asleep without knowing." The last statement

took out a headphone from the

ust hit the play button," she

upposed to d

eeing a headphone?" she re

oment I do as I'm told? What stunt is she trying to pull this time?' I

best with words. It was a slow song, yeah, but something felt different. Its carefully arranged harmonies, rhythms, and bass lines, like a fairy tale, with time, slowed down my heartbeat. It had layers of tranquil sounds that blended to create a sere

h. My eyelids were shut involuntarily. W

ped my lips when the h

ying. I for one felt that was the clos

s to get them rolling. This particular one is for wh

s the

. It's my li

ch it out mys

free t

elaxed against the backrest. S

ed my head briskly to her. 'Where's that

use

ilted to me. And that was when I came to appreciate her winter grey eyes. "Although it was a

istened to me ta

p painful memories?" She was damn right! "I could l

ly for me also?" I just had to ask. T

's custom made actu

the more fascinated and intrigued I was. For one who hated peopl

s with, let me be that someone." Tilting her head once more,

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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?"”