Short Stories

The Dentist Appointment

I sit back in the chair like the dentist’s assistant asks of me. “The doctor will be with you shortly.” She informs me. I have always been afraid of dentists because all the prying and poking at my teeth with those freaky tools, I have no knowledge of, truly frightens me. I have a terrible feeling in my gut about this dentist appointment though, but I sit back trying to ignore this as well as convincing myself that I will in fact be fine. I wait in the room becoming more anxious by the second to the point where I have knots in my stomach.

The dentist finally came into the room, “Lay down in the chair, please.” He says. I do as he says, turn my head and watch him gather his tools. The dentist seems off, twitching as well as looking and speaking to someone who is nowhere to be seen. The dentist and I are the only people in the dentist room and his actions alarm me a bit.
The dentist is whispering to whoever I cannot see, but I can only make out this sentence, “…We will mother; we will finally get the teeth you need, all of them.” The dentist’s words only made me scared of what may happen in the next moment. The dentist then turned to me, grabbing a mouth prop and some restraints. The dentist told me to open my mouth wide and I did just that. The dentist then put the mouth prop in the corners of my mouth, restrains my arms and legs and grabs a forcep.

The dentist then turns to me and says calmly with a sinister smile and crazy-like eyes, “This won’t hurt a bit.” I become worried, I don’t understand what this is for since I only came in for a teeth cleaning. The dentist puts the forcep into my mouth and I can feel the dentist grasp my tooth and in a second yank it out and drop it into a metal bowl, I let out a muffled scream in agonizing pain but the dentist quickly put his hand over my mouth and cried out, “Don’t scream! Mother doesn’t like the noise.”

“This man is crazy!” I thought. The dentist continues pulling out my teeth and dropping them into the bowl. I quickly understand that the dentist is going to yank out all of my teeth. I can taste the blood as I swallow. It is thick and tastes like iron. I continue to scream against whatever the dentist’s freakish mind asks of me.

The dentist shouts at me, “Stop screaming!” The dentist then grabs his dental scissors and stabs me in the thigh which makes me only scream more and cry a little. He continues to scream the sentence over and over again repetitively and hits his forehead with his palm while pacing back and forth in the room. A knock came to the door; it is his assistant asking him if everything is alright.

The dentist starts hitting the side of his head with his palm some more, panickly asking, “Mother, what should I do?!” He becomes silent and still for a moment and then says, “Great idea Mother! Brilliant!” He then walks over to where the tools are and grabs another pair of dentist scissors fairly larger than the ones he stabbed me with, opens the door and slices his assistant’s neck. I watch in horror as blood squirts out of her neck, getting all over the clean floor, she quickly reaches for her neck but collapses in the process and dies, slowly yet painfully. I start shaking and sweating. The dentist then leaves the room to lock the front door and put up the “closed” sign.

I think, “Now’s my chance!” and try breaking free from the restraints. He also turns off all the main lights as to make others believe that it is closed.

He walks back into the room and explains, “I did that so she wouldn’t call the police on us.” I stop trying to break free.

“There is no ‘Us’,” I think, “just myself and you, a crazy man pulling out your clients teeth.” I grow angry but I am also frightened. He walks back to my side and continues to pull out my teeth until there is none left. He positions the chair, which I am laying in, to a seated position and I find myself swallowing the rest of the blood in my mouth and sobbing. He puts a finger to his mouth to signal me to shhh.