The Final Redemption

1.Those eyes

Ashley
The day was so beautiful ..the birds are chirping ,the sky is so blue. Everything seemed perfect but nothing was perfect. Aunt Gilda left early to God knows where. Heaven knows I don't give a damn. Her presence is suffocating. The only one that puts a smile on my face is Grace, our house help ,she is more like a sister to me. Am so goddamn hungry, I missed breakfast because Gilda was being a bitch,a witch,a very annoying fellow. Now I need to eat and no one is home,it's a good thing though because these days I love being alone,am sick and tired of people looking at me with pity written all over their face,some are scared of me,but Grace is the only one that believes that am not crazy. I don't blame them, sometimes I do weird stuff and I see weird stuff,I think am going crazy and I deserve it because am a murderer.

Nick
Shit! I pray this works out. My final project before I graduate as a psychiatrist is to take care of a depressed patient named Ashely Volton. I really need to pass this. I wonder how long this will take. Packing as never been my hobby, threw in some necessary things. The journey from Canada to west Virginia has stressed the living shit of out me ,am so fucking tired.
The neighborhood seems quiet and safe ,an old man was walking slowly along the road and looked up to wave at me,wow they seem friendly.
My ride stopped just in front of a magnificent mansion, damn I smell money flowing here. I got down with my suitcases and looked around .The house is three stories high,with a wide ,railed porch,the green lawn was freshly mowed. In a flower bed below the porch grew three tall hollyhocks, one with white flowers ,another with dark purple flowers and the other pink. Their presence provided a gentle blaze of beauty .My gaze moved upward to the expansive front porch to the windows of the second floor and then to the third until I was squinting through sunlight and tree branches at a small window under the highest eaves of the roof. The sight of the windows caused a chill to tremble through me for reasons I can't fathom.
I walked in and knocked ,no one answered. I checked the address again and it was correct. I knocked again yet no answer ,then I stepped in . I heard a sound coming from the left and followed it ,call it stupidity but am just too curious. It sounded like someone was crying. Then I stepped into a beautiful kitchen ,the sound became louder,it was coming from the store ,I followed it and saw her...
She was crouched on the floor ,her hair covered her face from my view ,she looked slim ,her skin was so pale, a contrast to her black hair. It looked like she was talking but her wails made it hard for me to understand a word .The only thing I heard was “Am so sorry mommy. Am so sorry . I didn't mean to hurt you and dad".Then it all became weird ,she started talking to the wall opposite her oblivious to the fact that I was behind her “mummy please forgive me.I didn't mean to"then she started crying really loud this time. Then she stopped ,I noticed her shoulder tense up and I knew she had noticed my presence, then she turned .....“Damn she is beautiful"that was the chant in my head...Her eyes are so blue and very interesting,it portrayed every emotion, and all I could see in them is pain.