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Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

Chapter 8 Human Surveillance Camera

Word Count: 1820    |    Released on: 17/09/2023

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l the slight headache I felt. I squinted to take a closer look at my room, it felt like my memories were blurred for a second. Scanning the table before me, my eyes fell on my laptop, then veered to

arrot juice, after which I switched to watching the footage Carson gave me. My mom also replaced my alarm clock, and had it set for 6:00 am. "For what?" I mused aloud. My alarm was usually set to go off by at least 8:00 am. But suddenly, it was

question that came on display. That called my attention to the caption which read: "timetable for the new semester." "Shit!" I mumbled under my lips when I finally realized it was a Monday morning and the beginning of the new semester. After tirelessly going through some documentaries, the CCTV footage, and the books, I opted in to

hour

hate for people, I thought to skip school for a few days but my therapist strongly kicked against the idea, advising me to face my fears. 'I already am following her instructions obediently, lol.' I

dining

mom setting the ta

mornin

my dear," she r

hen I took a closer look at the dining table litte

bloated before you step out that door!" s

skip school," she paused what she was

I mumble

st," she beckoned before pul

All I could mutter was "wow," going around to take my seat while scanning the table. Little did I know more surpri

sho

feet before raising my fa

ester, honey. J

m," I said

the

old shoes and replaced them at her wish. '

es glowing with excitement. I nodded

e never missing from her gestures. Even though I lacked the courage to express how I truly felt, I loved and apprecia

was compelled to veer in its direction only to see the same petite lad

even say anything in response that all my lips could afford was a loud scoff. My mood was ruined, I wa

eaning of that? Since when did you become friends?!!

ma'am. It

"If you love your job and wish to keep it, do your

she apologized and left our prese

inso

. It was as if a curt spell was cast on me, set to wear off after the deed's been done. Or maybe I was taking a liking to her without even knowing. Because the last t

was called back from th

om

en calli

s? Because of that weirdo? Is her cheesiness already rubbing of

you o

to be as lenient the next t

s to look at me." Were you able to catch some

stressed wit

exclaimed, brimmin

es

ng has

five days?" I g

some pills?" 'Li

rse not

hat of a child whose undying wish was just granted. It was actually sa

nts

to water down my curiosity anymore, seeing her all dress

ussian representatives today.

e food." I picked up

owned a boutique and a nongovernmental organization

dude I ran into in our living ro

e, I called. "Who's this?" I quer

orning

eone tell me what the hell is going on here?' A total stranger whose origin remained a to

y?" I loosened up a bit,

r father sent

!!!" I cried

o and from school. He has to be within rea

in God's name do I

de in the car," sh

epeated nicely when we were alone. "Don't pay him much atte

serviced it yesterday," she added with

mbled before walk

it that way but her eyes said it all; she too was worried sick about me leaving the house that morning. It's not like I for one enjoyed going back to th

onfirm whether or not I wanted the AC on. Of course I said yes. The windows were going to be up. Though consc

up leisurely to confirm what it was. Swiping down the n

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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?"”