I sit in bed sick. My gums hurt terribly and I want to throw up. I stare at my popcorn ceiling and think of what I would do to stop this pain. My gums throb and ache, making my face look puffy. The pain makes me pass out.
I awake back in my bed. I don't know how long I was out but it seemed to be at least an hour since I fell asleep. Everything looks normal, but something felt off. I get out of bed and go into the hall. I wondered if my mom was still home, she did tell me that she was going to go get groceries soon and asked if I wanted anything. I asked her if I could have some soup as I thought it may calm the swelling down. "Carla." I hear my mom call my name. She sounded more raspy than usual but I thought nothing of it. "Yeah mom?" I ask back quietly, it hurt to talk. "Come here." Her voice asks me coming from her bedroom. I hesitate before I go into her room that was all the way down the hall. I put my hand on the doorknob and immediately pull it back. That wasn't my mom. I heard raspy breathing through the door, it sounded almost demonic.
I run down the hall back into my room. I panicky shut the door and lock it behind me as I hear storming footsteps come from the hall. "Carla why are you running?" I hear the thing try to imitate my mother. I stay silent and try to open the blinds quietly to my window. When I look outside I see the sky has changed colour.
Suddenly my gums give me a rushing ache pain. I put my hand to my mouth as to not make a noise. Tears come to my eyes.
I shut my eyes for a few second and when I open them. I am in a new room. The room is blank, completely white. The door has disappeared as well. There is a note next to a pair of pliers in the middle of the room. I pick up the price of paper and read it. It says "take away your pain." The letters at unevenly sprawled out but still close enough you can see what it says. "What does it mean by that?" I think to myself, not noticing the pliers. I look down onto the floor and see them. Realization comes to me. I wasn't going to get out of the room without pulling my teeth. I look around the room for an exit, scratching at the walls to see if there was wallpaper over an exit. To no avail I find nothing. I sit down on the floor next the pliers and pick them up. "This is going to hurt." I think to my self as I put them in my mouth. They were rusty, I could taste it. I put the claws onto the tooth that hurt the most. Taking a deep breath in, I pull the tooth. It hurt worse than any pain I had ever felt before. I look around the room as the bottom of the paper changes into my flowery wallpaper. I have to do all of these. I put the pliers back into my mouth, the claws pointing to the tooth next to my now empty hole. I pull again, and again and again. 31 teeth out of my mouth and messed in a somewhat pile beside me making the only other colour in the room. Red. All I could taste was metal and rust. My mouth was bleeding a lot. I felt like I was going to pass out but yet there was 1 more tooth until I could leave. It was a molar on the top. I put the claws around the tooth and pull. It doesn't come out. Why? I did. all the others why was this one a problem? I yank again and nothing happens. I can't be trapped here forever. I yank harder wanting my freedom. A root breaks free. I pull again, 2 more roots break free. The pliers had done enough damage for me to take it out with my hand and so I did, throwing it onto the floor with all of the others. The room changes back into my bedroom. I sigh a sigh of relief, and my moth doesn't hurt any more. I feel my empty mouth. At least the pain was gone.
