I am known for writing poetry, but my 2018 goal is to complete a novel. An optimism above that is to have my novel drafted and my poetry book published. If interested in my novel take a look at this Prologue and just follow the link for more. (Please ignore the poetry on the site as well, those are not the poems I wish to publish, but more of an outlet in which I write.) What Had Yet To Be Written
Prologue Sabrina could hear Dr. Morgan's voice calling out to her, but like ever other session she had attended before chose to ignore it. His once soothing raspy voice now transforming into a harking annoying one. Emitting a loud sigh and lost deep in thought she turns her lead to the left, glancing out the window. She knew her physiologist had paid a hefty price for his practice to be on the top floor. For what reason exactly, she couldn't be positive. Surely it had nothing to do with the boring beauty of bricks. Inwardly laughing at the irony of renting an office on the 12th floor she furrowed her brown eyebrows. The only view to be seen from outside this mahogany prison room was indeed more multicolored brick buildings. Though tedious and bland it did make sense, after all she was in the big city. A place where everyone wanted to be beautiful, yet nobody appreciated the unique beauty that surrounded them. An excitement that Sabrina no longer appreciated after 22 years of living through the negatives of New York City. If given the possibility to travel, she would go just about anywhere. Raising her left arm onto the chairs red leather armrest, Sabrina relaxed her face into her palm thinking of all the places she would travel, if only she could. She would start off small with her travels, not rushing off immediately to another continent. Maybe a place not too far such as Albany where buses were only $1.50. Slowly detox herself from the city life, its polluted air, cabs, highways, and trains. Then once cleansed and ready to accept different cultures and lifestyles, she would put all her efforts of learning multiple languages to the test. She couldn't help but smile, tucking a dark brown curl behind her ear as her imagination ran wild. She could travel to Europe and go sightseeing taking a train from Big Ben to the Eiffel Tower. Visit some major Spanish speaking areas such as Mexico, Spain, and Puerto Rico. Maybe even travel on a whim to the Bahamas. Doctor Morgan shook his head scratching out the last entry on his notepad. He glanced over his right shoulder at the basically empty manila folder belonging to the patient before him. For the past six months each hour lesson had played out pretty much the same. He would ask Sabrina to catch him up on how her week had been. He would then recap her on the progress of the previous session (which wasn't much) though he would never tell a patient of his that, and once they hit the thirty-minute mark she would shut him out. The only difference in today's session was that it was only 2:25 P.M. Meaning, Sabrina had shut him out fifteen minutes early. Running his fingers through his graying black hair the doctor could only hope that one of his most difficult cases was not going backwards. ஜஜஜஜஜஜ At this time of the session Dr. Morgan would normally put down his notepad and begin to rub his hands in frustration. The clank of his black leather-bound book would cause Sabrina to look away from the window, following the sudden sound to his mahogany desk. A desk that was covered in bronze decorations, books, and picture frames of the Doctor, his wife, and a young boy. Routinely this would cause Sabrina to fall into another daydream, one focused on her dream house and the family she wished but knew could never live there. Only this time, that didn't exactly happen. The sound of leather connecting with wood pulled Sabrina's gaze from the window onto that summer photograph. The one that oozed happiness showing Dr. Morgan, his wife Hailey, and their son whom Sabrina swore he never mentioned. The photo was so cliche, yet Sabrina's heart hurt at how delighted they all looked. A younger version of Doctor Morgan with the same bright blue eyes stood with his blue dress shirt covered arms wrapped around the young Mrs. Morgan's waist. The woman's eyes though a dark brown were just as happy as the young Doctors. If one couldn't determine that from the picture they sure could from the bright white smile she had on her face. Sabrina smiled a small smile in return, accepting Hailey Morgan's smile as one that was contagious. If you trail your eyes down her green sundress they will land upon a small hand. Once attached to a bright blue eyed, black haired, little boy. Sabrina knew that this was the moment that she would normally feel pity for her future, only she didn't have time to considering she was looking at the now angry eyes of the boy within the photograph. "I swear I tried to warn him then stop him." Tiffany the Dr. Morgan's assistant declared running into the room right behind the tall mysterious stranger. Her black Mary Jane's clacking on the floor as she tries to adjust her white top, fix her black skirt, and catch her breath all at once. Sabrina tilted her head examining the receptionist. Examining people is what Sabrina does well, after all, when one doesn't communicate with the public what better way is there to get to know them. Up close the receptionist was a lot taller then what she perceived to be from behind that modern glass desk of hers. Standing at around 5'8" the blonde bombshell with a bun seemed to have both beauty and brains. Although the face she was making now was anything but beautiful. Her gorgeous greens eyes were squinted in anger at the raven-haired boy before us. Her facial expression exhibiting to Sabrina he was not one to be messed with. " Leave us" Dr. Morgan says abruptly to his assistant. Removing his black framed glasses from his face letting them fall gently upon his chest, secured by the string wrapped around his neck. Tiffany straightens her back and leaves the room with a gait Sabrina could only wish to achieve and couldn't help but to admire. Running his hand down his tired face Dr. Morgan finally acknowledges the man before him. Taking his time in addressing him, not once intimated by the large standing man and his smaller built sitting self. " I am with a patient" Dr. Morgan says keeping eye contact with the intruder until he utters the last word, before returning his gaze to Sabrina. Whom he noticed was taking in the situation with a gleam of interest in her amber eyes. A look he hadn't seen from her in the whole six months that he had been treating her. " Don't speak to me about patients" the unnamed man spat, seeming to grow larger in build the angrier he got. "I know their importance as well as any doctor. What I am failing to comprehend is to why you would pull out of funding the Aids in Africa trip. Some woman with cheating spousal issues, or an older lady wondering why she won't find love and what's wrong with her is nowhere near as important as people out there who are dying!" Seethed the man whom Sabrina was still trying to take in. Sabrina let her dainty shoulders drop in disappointment. She had saw his eyes for but a moment upon entrance but since then all she had to view was his back, she had yet to even properly see his face. Graduating NYU with a 3.8 GPA Sabrina, though one to remain quite until you really knew her was far from ignorant. Had this man been a threat or a completely crazy patient, the doctor wouldn't have looked so calm. Nor would the assistant has left him alone with Dr. Morgan without mentioning calling the police. Plus, she was pretty sure it was possible for her to sue if he put her in an obvious danger. Through process of elimination she could conclude that the angry man before her was no threat. He also seemed to be a man of some importance. Whereas Dr. Morgan wore a dark navy pants suit, the angry intruder wore what seemed to be an expensive white dress shirt free of creases, tucked into khaki dress pants. Which were secured at his waste by a dark brown leather belt that matched his dress shoes. "Before worrying about those in other countries, why not try to help those in our own" was Dr. Morgan's calm response. The uninvited guest opened his mouth to respond but to both his and the doctors surprise someone else spoke first.
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