I once stumbled into Hell. I'm not sure if I made it back.
It was a normal day. With the remnants of sleep in my eyes, I drove tiredly to the dentist. My tooth needed to be extracted, and I felt slightly on edge about the whole thing. Clenching my jaw, I attempted to distract myself by thinking about my plans for the weekend ahead. Go shopping, meet the girls, go out. Maybe have a drink or two. Just the four of us.
The waiting room was completely silent. Hardly daring to breathe, I carefully slid my phone out of my pocket. All of a sudden, it jumped to life and began ringing loudly. I panicked and fumbled frantically, trying to turn it off, but to no avail. Then, the call abruptly ended, my phone was quiet, and the assistant called my name. With a sigh of relief, I left the room. I could feel eyes on my back the whole time.
"I'm afraid there has been a complication. Dr Jones will be unabe to perform the surgery. Dr Damien Smith will be here instead," the bubbly red-haired assisant explained.
I nodded as we paced down the long, seemingly never-ending corridor. The assistant abruptly came to a stop, and opened one of the doors on the right. I tentatively stepped inside, and the door slammed shut behind me.
The dentist, Dr Damien Smith, was very eccentric with piercing blue eyes; his gaze as cold as ice. I felt intimidated almost immediately. He had greying, thinning hair, and his age was etched onto his face in the form of deep wrinkles. Relaxing slightly at the thought of his obvious many years within dentistry, curiosity took over and I looked around. His room was clean. Very clean. Unusually clean, in fact.
Noticing my wandering gaze, the dentist chuckled. "You're my first patient today," he stated, a slightly devious glint in his eyes. I smiled back tightly. Whether trying to make a joke or not, his comment had unnerved me.
