The windows of the clinic were strained with rain. Nothing was adding up. The patient now suddenly has dark eyes, there is no address and I still couldn't figure out how she was related to my best friend.
My mother got off at the address in front of a big house. It was an old fashioned house, grey till the top and a single window below an orange roof. With all the courage left in her, my mother rang the doorbell.
The sister ran into the cyber lab, pushing her wet hair away from her eyes. Removing the phone out to the front, she sat down on one of the computer systems and turned it on.
Striking blue eyes. That was one thing that the girl had in common with my best friend. Even the shade of blue was the exact same. Strange, it was as if the colors were a little too similar. My brows crinkled as I looked at the picture of the girl on my phone. The color was perfect, too perfect...almost as perfect as....fake.
An average aged man opened the door to my mother. Jerked out of her reverie, she spoke "I AM SORRY TO BE ASKING THIS, BUT DID SOMEONE FROM THIS HOUSE DIE RECENTLY?"
Taken aback, the man fumbled "NO!" My mother sighed. "BUT..." the man began again.
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Striking Blue
Mystery / ThrillerNot only a story of a girl fighting through her reality but also a realization that most of us, if not all, would go through heaven and hell...for mystery, for solutions...and most importantly for the ones that we love. She lost her best friend to a...
