Doctor Annabelle (GxG)

part 2

~PART 2~
~Dr Annabelle~

Some people might call me a workaholic or introverted because I loved my work and I hated socializing. My work was mostly a consistent of managering the private psychiatric center. On day to day basis, I carried the duties to make sure everyone was doing their part, read through patient files to check for any errors from the professional psychiatrists, check all the financial documents that came from the finance  department and see through the waiting list on which patients to let in every once in a while when some patients were good to go.

These duties kept me busy throughout my day to day job, so much so that I stayed at the office late until all the work was done.

Caffeine kept me going most days, at the age of 30. My bones were nolonger the same as before and I was battling through overtime work hours. Cramped up in a chair until my backbones were screwed together. Thinking about my age was already depressing enough, the signs of aging were my worst nightmare come true. Because I was getting old alone.

I tried my best to remind myself that i was never going to be one of those old ladies with 20 cats to keep them company. Why was i so sure of myself?. Well, I did not like animals. That went from seeing them to eating them. It just made me grimace, the idea of eating something dead never sat well with me.

I had a huge house, two cars and a good paying job. I just had to live my life exactly the way it was till I got old. Asking for more would mean begging life to give me more problems.

A mundane life meant nothing out of the ordinary. My days always went the same way. It was a routine that others called a loop.

6 hour sleep. 2 hours in my home gym down the stairs. Followed by getting ready for work, a 10 minute drive there and start my day solving the same problems then go home and force food down my throat. Then start over again, It was perfect.

I finished arranging files from the biggest size to the small ones. Then color coded them and arranged their names in alphabetical order.

"A man named George and his daughter are requesting to see you" Marilyn, my assistant informed me through my work phone.

"Send them in"

I wanted to scream and throw a tantrum like a little kid kicking on the floor but I did not  know how many germs were on the floor then i would have to be hospitalized and I hated hospitals plus my everyday schedule would be ruined

So i sat there waiting with a twitching eye. He walked in without knocking

He held his hand out. I looked at him, genuinely trying to understand what he wanted me to do with that hand.

His nails were dirty and long.

His hands were big and rough.

He was sweating so his hand was sweaty too.

Then....he scratched his dirty lice breeding beard.

"You can both take a sit" I said looking at the young girl who was standing behind him. She did not offer her hand which I was grateful for. The gesture itself made me wonder If she had offered her hand, would I have felt as nauseated as I felt when her father did it?.

Her shoes were dirty and ger laces were tied like a kid did it for her. Her legs were thin and unshaved, she was wearing a summer dress with a denim jacket. I noticed every thread that pocked out and her hair that was not treated, not trimmed, oily too. Her forehead was a little bit sweaty, golden eyes, sharp jaw and lips coated with just gloss.