Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

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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

ng 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.

ing everywhere on the floor. “’Deep Ocean Blue Eyes’” she read aloud what was

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

im,” 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

ramatic 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

e 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