The Dentist, a short story by Sway13. Date added: 2011-10-17. Times viewed: 1120.
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Here is a story that I started my senior year of high school because of an English assingment. I will tell you now that I have no idea if I will finish it, but for as of now this is all I got, I don't plan on writing more of this story but if you all like it and want more then I will consider writing more but that will probably happen in the distant future. Hope you like it, comment and tell me if you want more or not. :D
Today was the worst day of my life, why, because today was the day I went to the dentist. But the dentist wasn’t like any other dentist you see today, no MY dentist was an Elizabethan dentist. This dentist’s name is Dr. Awwww, because Dr. is the only word you can get out before you start screaming.
Anyway, I walk into the office and you know how a dentist office I, you have the really old outdated magazines, that really annoying music, and there’s a couple people that just refuse to talk at all, if the building just suddenly caught fire these people wouldn’t even bother to talk because you know they just can’t do that because they’re in a dentists office. Well, I’ll tell you this, my dentist office is nothing of the sorts, little kids are screaming so loud that there are no windows, the nurses hand out buckets to cry into with the sweetest, nastiest of grins on their faces, you just know that they’re secretly planning your demise. So, I’m sitting in one of those extremely uncomfortable plastic chairs that have stains you don’t even want to think about on them, just waiting for them to call my name.
“Jo Vaun.” I hear all of a sudden. So now it’s my turn to face the dentist described as…there is no other word…evil. On my way to the little room where I’ll have my wisdom teeth extracted from my head, I try to think of any way to escape this terrible faith that has just been thrust upon me, but no escape route comes to me, I am doomed to face this monstrosity. The hallway I walk down just keeps getting narrower and narrower, darker and darker, colder and colder, and on and on and any other bad creepy description you want to throw into the mix. At the end of this hall I reach a sparkling white door with a black nameplate saying, “Dr. Awww.”, I swallow down a scream that has been building since I walked though the office door. I raise my fist to knock on the door, knock, knock, knock. Nothing happens, I raise my fist to knock again but before my fist touches the door again, the door very slowly swings inward. As I stand out in the hallway and look into this room that has that really hazy look, but red, like old dark nasty blood red. I figure it’s just the lighting, yeah right, as I step though the door way the door shuts close so fast that I finally let loose that scream, “AWWWWWW.”, I breathed deeply to try and get my heart to stop beating like it wants to escape from my chest. As I stand there breathing deeply I realize that the red hazy look was not just the light, but that on the walls there was blood splatter from floor to ceiling, left to right, blood is dripping from the slowly turning fan, lightly spraying me with blood from the patient before me. All of a sudden I hear a laugh in the darkest corner of the room, it’s one of those laughs you hear in movies when you know someone is about ready to die a death that would make the devil scream with fear. I gather my courage and turn around to face that god awful laugh.
“Have a seat in the chair Jo.” the voice tells me, I try not to listen but to turn to the door and get the hell out of there, but as if I’ve been hypnotized, I walk to the chair and sit. The figure walks away from his dark corner, he’s wearing what all dentist wear, but his white shirt couldn’t have been any whiter, it’s as white as first fallen snow, how does he stay so clean I really can’t say. “So I hear that you need your wisdom teeth removed, well we’ll take care of that hear real shortly.” the dentist said. He walks over to the sink and washes his hands, now hear is when I think that he’s going to clean my teeth, right, wrong. He starts right in with the cutter and pliers, and drill, ready to start causing me pain. I sit there, frozen with fear, knowing I should get up and run, but I can’t. I sit in that stupid chair looking up at him, knowing my life is going to end if I don’t do something to stop that end from coming. I sit there transfixed with fear as he makes his way towards me, with that grotesque looking drill aimed right at me. The doctor reaches over to flip on the drill, and that little engine sounds like a freight train in my ears, eeerrrr eeerrrr eeerrrr, closer and closer it comes, I can see the dried blood on it from previous patients, new blood and old blood and soon, my blood.
Finally I jump up and kick him in the chest making him fall to the ground with a hard THUMP, the drill falling from his fingers on impact. Enraged he lets out this blood curdling screech. He struggles to his feet, and I turn and flee for the door. As he comes towards me he slips on a pool of blood on the floor that dripped from the ceiling fan. I reach the door and fumble with the handle, only to realize that it’s locked, while my back is tuned to the room the dentist reaches for a saw that he has in his room for some reason. Not knowing he has a saw in his hand I turn to face him, then all of a sudden his hand comes down with the saw to land right where my neck and shoulder connect. I scream for my life as blood squirts from the wound and runs down my chest and arm. Somehow in my blinded pain I managed to get away from him. I found myself on the floor facing the discarded drill, still running, with my good arm I pick it up, I can feel the dentist standing over me, saw in his hand ready to take my head off, I flip over right as he leans down and I ram that drill right up through his bottom jaw. Enraged that I happened to do that he blindly swings his saw, and in that swing he left me with a scar running from my right cheek across my nose and ending on my left cheek.
Rolling to my feet I try to defend myself, knowing that my luck is about to run out, but I promised myself right then and there that if I was going to die, I was taking this bastard with me.
As he was distracted with the new formed hole in the bottom of his jaw, I grabbed one of those silver trays and brought it right across his face with all the strengthand hatred I could muster, which surprisingly was quite a bit. As I watched him fall to the ground I hit the saw from his hands, the saw flew across the floor and landed in that dark corner of the room, not caring what else could be in that dark corner, I reached blindly for the saw knowing it’s my only chance for survival. While reaching for my weapon I hear the dentist getting up and coming over to me, wanting nothing more that my head on a platter, my skin flayed from my body, and any other horrible torment you alone could fathom. Luckily for me I found the saw before that fucking doctor reached me. Standing up straight I swing for he doctors midsection seeing that it’s wide open. My sing was a well aimed one for I split that bastard right open, his entrails falling from his stomach, the smell of it hot and sticky in my nose, almost so strong I could taste it. He falls to his knees trying to gather up his intestines that are spewed on the floor, as I stand above him, victorious in my kill he silently curses me for his pain is too great to even put sound to it. Without mercy I raise the saw still grasped in my hand, both mine and his blood dripping from the blade, I take another swing, but this time I aim for his throat ready to put an end to his life before my own end comes. I brought the blade down across his throat and watched as the last of his life seeped from the open gash.
Feeling my own life slipping from me because of the major injury I sustained I slid down the wall closest to me and let the last of my life drain away. I knew I couldn’t escape because of the door being locked and my strength swiftly departing. I just sat there on the floor and knew that my battle against people like Dr. Awwww wasn’t even close to being done.
So there I sat, 17 years old, a senior in high school, sitting on a floor cover in blood, dying, because I needed my wisdom teeth out. But that wasn’t the end of me, not in a long shot.
I have no idea if I'm going to continue this story or not. I posted it on here just to get some reviews and see what people think so far. If the reviews are great and people want me to continue then I will on a later date. Thanks, Later :D
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