Authors: Sylvia Hubbard
Dreams of Reality
| Dreams of Reality |
| Sylvia Hubbard |
| HubBooks Literary Service (2011) |
Skye Patterson - 24-year old entrepreneur trying to make her way in the world all by herself since she was orphaned at birth - finds herself the victim of a mind controlling substance.
Moving to Detroit, was a big step emotionally, but she never thought it would be a big step mentally. The mind controlling drugs invade her life enveloping her in a world she never thought she could experience and a love that was too good to be true with one of her clients,
Thaddeus Newman, a powerful construction business owner. When she begins to experience the too real dreams she tries to convince herself they are not real, but as the dreams become more vivid, she delves deep into a world of pimps, businessmen, doctors, and murder, until she finds out what is really happening to her. With Thaddeus by her side, she is able to face her reality and conquer her fears. Dreams of Reality touches on the new age drug, GHB in the revitalization of Motown, where a woman tries to make it alone and finds that in order to survive she has to make her dreams of love, into dreams of reality.
Sylvia Hubbard is from the Westside of Detroit, Michigan. Dreams of Reality is her first novel, but she has more to come. As a member of The Detroit’s Black Writer’s Guild, Mrs. Hubbard volunteers as a teacher to potential young writers at Detroit Impact Community Center and working to set up a writing program for the Detroit Public Schools. She is a freelance proofreader, book doctor, and editor for several Internet publishing companies and word processing services. In addition to this, she runs her own errand business and works as a full-time mother and wife. If you would like to contact, Mrs. Hubbard, write her at: PO Box 27218, Detroit, MI 48227 E-mail her: [email protected] or visit her web site : http://sites.netscape.net/errands4usrvc/sylviashomepage
Dreams of Reality
Sylvia Hubbard
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Copyright 2011 Sylvia Hubbard
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Chapter 1
Tugging on her gown, she tried to be comfortable in Dr. Welch’s presence. Skye Patterson knew she should not be so uptight; Dr. Welch had been almost a father to her. She had been seeing him since she was eleven. Nervously waiting for his last words to her, she rubbed her neck.
When he was done scribbling on her medical records, signing off on test completions, he looked up at the young woman he had grown quite close to. “Skye, as always your annual checkup is fine.” He scratched something else down. “I’ve already spoken to Dr. Himes in Detroit. He’s happy to have you as a new patient. I don’t want you to worry and he’s already suggesting a psychiatrist for those panic attacks we’ve been unable to cure after all these years.”
She saw the disappointment in his eyes, he had really made it a personal mission to help her and after all these years, they had been unsuccessful. “It’s not your fault,” she consoled. “You’ve done your best. Thank you for the referral, Dr. Welch. I appreciate it.”
“My son went to medical school with Dr. Himes before... you know.” He choked on his words. “Dr. Himes seems like a fine young man.” He changed the subject scratching graying scruffy beard.
To speak of his son, Edward Welch, Jr. was always difficult. Dr. Welch had not taken his overdose of Ecstasy very well. The entire community of Davenport, Ohio was shocked to hear of Eddie’s death; especially his father who had no idea his son was a drug user. Dr. Welch had no idea what the drug was and hadn't even heard of Ecstasy.
Skye had done him the favor of researching the drug and gave him the information. He seemed to take the death even worse, but after a while he healed and went on.
“You are going to be fine,” he assured her. “This is a huge step for you and I am proud of you.” He gave her a comforting grin.
She nodded nervously licking her full lips. “I’ll be fine.” This was said more to reassure herself, than him.
He stood up, “Good. You’re going to be fine. It will do you good to get out of Davenport and go somewhere new. Detroit is definitely somewhere new.” He pulled the curtain around the table she sat on so she could change.
She pretended not to see the worried expression on his face, she was too busy pondering her own thoughts of moving away from the only city she knew and had matured in. Yes, life had not been easy for her, yet Davenport, Ohio was the only home she knew. It was security and Skye had always worked better when things were simple and the same. Different things made her life difficult and brought on the mentally impaling panic attacks more and more.
After putting on her clothes, she pulled the curtain away and went to the front desk. Nurse Stephanie smiled brightly handing her a thick medical file. “Dr. Welch said you’d be needing your medical record.”
“Thank you, Nurse Stephanie.”
Hurriedly Skye left out and went to her small black rusted Escort. All her things were already packed in the back - everything she owned.
Pushing the parking break down with long strong slim fingers tipped with home filed polished nails, she cranked the car up taking a deep breathe. Looking up in the rearview mirror, she stared back at herself. There was fear and apprehension, but a strength she would survive. Going to a new city was not going to be easy.
She could get through this new step in her life an even better person from what she was now if she kept her wits about herself.
* * *
The female patient screamed again. Dr. Harry Porter frowned as the orderlies held her down while he injected the light pink liquid inside the syringe into her arm.
“No! No! No!” she begged frantically, not knowing what else to say to prevent him from giving her the sedative mixed with the drug she desperately needed but knew she should not be having.
All of these patients were becoming more and more aware of their circumstances. Initially the test drug prevented them from remembering, but the more they forgot, the little control the patients had on reality, until the past and present hit them like a smack in the face and the more they realized the drug was doing harm to them, the worst they became because by then they were addicted, but losing all control of mental stability and not being able to stop any of what was going on.
Dr. Porter knew in the end some just died. Some he helped after hearing them whimper in the night like a lost puppy begging for release from the nightmares that would never end. Others became vegetables and sunk into permanent darkness content to be there.
In his mind letting this test subject sleep her life away was the only thing he could do short of killing her. She will never see reality like it once was because the drugs had taken her mind away.
There was no way to deny the truth for this patient and Dr. Porter was honest in the prognosis of her. The present would never be the same for her, but others had come out of the testing just fine.
The other three were working like clockwork. A fourth would be better especially now that the price of them had gone up. Five hundred dollars a session! Fats had ordered another one to become ready soon and Dr. Carter did not want to let him down.
Yet, Dr. Carter was just a Psychiatrist, who specialized in the female psychological state of mind looking at this scientific venture only for the money. They never expected a drug like this to really work so well. The tests subjects were already pulling in two thousand a night.
Getting out of there, Dr. Porter took the nearest elevator down to women’s gynecology department on the first floor. Dr. Robert Himes was seeing a new patient, who possessed the high thyroid level they were looking for. She would be perfect. No parents or social life and passive.
One they could mold into whatever they wanted.
* * *
Skye had been having incapacitating cramps during her period for the past three months and decided to see the doctor for the pain.
She wanted to tell herself the cramps were ‘new city’ stress. Her account had taken off wonderfully to the point she needed to hire two more home transcribers, Sheila and Margaret, who could take on the overload. Sheila was a retired nurse and enjoyed the extra work. She was able to assist Skye on the account giving her more time off to get moved in and find her way around town.
Dr. Himes was in his late thirties, almond smooth hair with eyes to match. A captivating smile adorned his lips seeming to mesmerize her and he was extremely nice.
“Are you taking any birth control, Ms Patterson?” he asked concerned after the examination.
She shook her small oval face confused as to why he would ask such a question. “I-I don’t . . .” she stuttered blushing. “So-So I don’t.”
He patted her knee to reassure her. “That is understandable, but a single woman living in the big city shouldn’t be caught dead without it. Good or bad - anything can happen, plus it will regulate and nearly stop your flow so you won’t have such a severe menstrual cycle.”
Anxiety was slowly creeping up around her. “D-did you read my record?” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I mean having s-sexual. . .” She could not breathe.
“Calm down.” His tone was firm, but soothing. “It’s alright. Dr. Welch wouldn’t put you in the hands of someone who would do you any harm. Yes, I know you were sexually abused when you were younger, Skye, but I’m only assuring myself and you that if something comes up, we are both prepared for it.” He firmly gripped her shoulders forcing her to meet his calming brown eyes. “You are my concern. I know you’ve had it rough, but we must be positive. In a big city like Detroit, it’s only natural for you to do this.”
She forced herself to calm down. “Alright, I guess I can take it.”
“Good.” He went to the cabinet.
Skye watched him get a key out of his pocket and pulled out a pre-filled syringe with light pink fluid. She saw more vials with the same colored liquid in them, just before he closed and locked the door replacing the key back in his pocket.
“What exactly is this?” she inquired quite curious.
“This is a new form of birth control that been specially engineered and I’ve chosen it just for you.”
She found those words rather strange. If the birth control seemed so ‘special’ how did he have the chemical on hand so immediate?
Skye kept this concern to herself as he prepared the needle and spoke more about the light pink liquid inside the syringe.
“It’s a newer version of Depro-Vera without the side affects. Depro Second Phaze—that’s the test name I assure you. I’m including a prescription of Anaprox-DS to cease the sever cramping you have during your period until the birth control can take over. You’ll know when this happens. If the cramping continues to bother you, I can prescribe some Darvocet-N100’s for you.”
