Dr Wish

Chapter Five, The Last Day

I woke up bright and early. I showered, really showered, not just a few scrubs here and there. Put on deodorant and cologne, put on my nicest clothes and made my parents breakfast.

Just wanted to make sure my last day was the best.

All school day I waited for a ghost doctor to appear and stab me or something. But nothing.

It was at the end of the day Josh found me to rub it in my face. "See? Nothing happened captain paranoid".

"Yeah I guess you're right-

I was interrupted by a girl screaming at the second floor. Stanley's floor. Me and Josh booked it up the stairs and to the room where the scream could 've heard.

We stepped a few feet into the class and saw what she screaming about. There, propped up against the desk slightly slouching was a faceless figure. It looked like someone crudely cut off the face leaving only muscle and bone behind with the eyes still in its sockets. Crystal blue eyes.

"Oh my God," I said, trying my hardest not to vomit, "Stan". I saw in his hand he was clutching a piece of paper. I gingerly removed it and saw what was written on it.

He wished to be handsome. Wish expired.

Another scream from down the hall. We rushed to go see what it was. This time I actually threw up, because it so revolting.

Up against the hall walls was two people in two different skins. Almost as though they were skinned alive and replaced each others skin, wearing them like suits. One was wearing black skin and the other white.

"It's Felicia and Georgina," Josh breathed out, looking pale and green.

On the phone was one message: she wished to be comfortable in her skin. Wish expired.

I ran as fast as I could, sprinting really, all the way to my house I opened the door and slammed and locked it shut. On the counter was a note from his mother. Went into town, won't be back for a while. Xoxo.

I tossed the note and ran upstairs to my room, locking it and putting a chair against it.

My phone went ding. You're wish expires in 2 hours.

I sat on my bed, contemplating how I was going to get out of this. How I was going to stop all of it. When it hit me. I'll just pay the price! Anything, any amount of money would be better then dying like his friends did.

I went to the app and tried to input my mother's credit card info, thinking this was a pretty big emergency. But the thing kept flashing the same thing. SORRY WILL NOT EXCEPT LATE PAYMENTS.

Without anything else to do, I dialed my grandpa, the person I talk to when things got tough. I stayed on the phone with him until my phone ended the call and turned off my phone. Times up it said in white text.

A cold hand gripped my shoulder and looked behind me, and there he was, with red pliers.

"Please, please don't do this," I pleaded.

The doctor let out a demonic laugh. "How incredibly stupid of you to think that I'd be the one to do this... Delicate procedure".

He whistled and out came Josh, dressed in identical lab coat and black gloves.

"So that's the price? Being you're lab assistant?"

The doctor scoffed, "more or less my replacement". He took off his mask, and instantly turned to dust. Josh shifted through the dust pile and pulled out the mask.

"Josh, please don't do this," I pleaded with him.

He just looked down at me with a smirk. "It's Dr Wish now". He put the mask on, and it contorted his body, changing it until he was lengthy and as tall as the original doctor. "And you are just in time for you're appointment". Before I could struggle any longer out came a cloud of pink smoke from his breathing tube that smelt funny. In seconds I was unconscious.

I woke up a few hours later, my mouth sore but my mind clear and my eyes opened. Dr Wish isn't a bringer of good things not is he a bringer of death. He grants wished to people who are at their lowest. Preys on their insecurities, promising to remove their imperfections. But if they aren't willing to pay the price, he'll make their imperfections ten times worse.

It's been 18 years and till this day I still don't know why Josh- sorry Dr Wish spared me. Maybe because after he yanked every perfect tooth from my jaw with those pliers he realized that he just handed me a death sentence. The only teenager with dentures. Why am I writing this you ask? Because I recently snooped through my daughter's phone. And I know you're not supposed to do that, but I just deleted an email from DrWishOffice@gmail.com. hopefully my baby girl nor my boy find this damn app. And this is a warning to all of you too, imperfections make you who you are. Don't wish them away.