It's bright, too bright. The lamp is blinding, making me shut my eyes too tight. Screeching from what seems to be wiry strings is background noise, matching the steady, but fast paced tempo of my pounding heart. The room stinks of polished metal, a huge match for my strong nose. My hands grip the sides of what must be a chair whilst something dusky howls in my ear, changing in pitch in time to the beat.
I open my eyes wide, seeing the figure raise a baton-like stick above my head, swinging it back and forth as if conducting instruments of a kind. Then, it comes nearer to me and I open my mouth to scream. He drills into the rotting tooth and shoves on a crown.
"All done," says the dentist.
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Paranoid (Collection of Short Stories)
Short StoryJust a collection of short extracts, most taken from my GCSE work - they aim to cover different techniques; poem transformation, hell, emotional trauma...you get the picture. <(')
