Hyperdontia: The Book

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I walked into the dentist, my pearly white dress clinging to my cold body. My insides felt like they were tied in knots; I was scared of course. I was a victim of hyperdontia, and my teeth had to be pulled out, except the twenty I'm supposed to have. I sat down in the waiting room, swinging my legs about. I reached into my pocket for my phone, I unlocked it and swiped and swiped. Suddenly, my hands became shaky, forcing me to drop it. It made a small thud on the burgundy carpet, causing all the other anxious patients to look up. I smiled awkwardly but they avoided my gaze. I sat there for another fourty minutes, watching all the others go and leave, the dentists call for their patients, and them all running out in tears. That put me on edge. Then a woman came up to me who was supposedly the receptionist, with her small blonde curls, and her gorgeous features. She smiled revealing all her teeth, perfectly aligned, and all shining like the sun. "I'm guessing your name's Flower!" She said with that creepy smile. I nodded. I didn't want to open my mouth. I couldn't, it was too painful. "Ah! Here she is! Doc is here for you!" I looked to my right to reveal a woman with lilac coloured hair, her mouth covered with a baby blue mask, and her glasses reflecting her eyes. I could feel her smiling under that mask of hers. Devilishly. Little did I know what Doc would do to my mouth.

I walked into the surgery, spotting the usual chair and desks that you usually would. Technology trimmed the walls and desks, and pieces of paper, probably about all the different people here. Patients I mean. I felt camouflaged against the wall, but the colour of my hair made me stand out. Doc looked quite irritated. "Could you PLEASE sit down?" She exaggerated. The raise of her voice startled me, making my legs force me into the chair. "Thank you. Now, I'm sure you aware of how bad your infection is?" I shook my head, staring at the woman blankly. She rolled her eyes, tutting in reply. "It's the worst I've seen! Terrible!" She exclaimed. Okay, now I was scared. Doc walked over to a desk, opening the draw. I could feel that smile of hers again. That evil smile. She felt around in the draw, rustling papers and pushing away all the countless dentistry tools. She finally found what she was looking for, and picked out a pair of metallic pliers, perfect for pulling out teeth. She walked over to me, who was still sitting in that uncomfortable blue chair. She was pulling off that smile again. "Now, can you please lay comfortably, you're gonna be here for a long time." I positioned myself in the most comfortable possible, and took a deep, shaky breath. "Okay. Open your mouth and say...AH- AH- AH- AH-!" Doc said. Those words were the last I heard before I was turned into a gory, horrific beast.