Salve dear Reader. I hope everything is well for you and your loved ones. Nothing exciting really happened for me this week, besides focusing on getting all of my work turned in so this semester can end. I love my classes so I’m kind of bummed out this semester is ending but at the same time, I’m excited for my new ones. I have a P.E. class, - I failed the fitness test freshman year but passed the class I took that year - advanced dance, AP Lang, and a creative writing class. Not in that order though.
Anyways, I figured you could read some of my writing considering I said earlier I would do that. So enjoy! Constructive criticism is accepted.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The only sound was from the mouse, no one else in the building. Atticus was the only one left in the dentist’s office, staying for after hours until closing time. It was only his second time but he didn’t necessarily mind staying back. After all, he wasn’t going to do anything besides lounge around, eat cold pizza, and binge watch Netflix when he got home. No roommate or significant other waiting for him. No college professors waiting for him to turn in an overdue essay on some subject he hardly knew. No pet or plants that needed attention.
He liked having a simple life though. There was nothing to change and he could plan something else if he really needed the change for a day or two, although he was getting a bit antsy nowadays. He felt an impending doom was coming and he couldn’t avoid it. But nothing was out of the ordinary; people were the same as always, no weird shadows in his peripheral vision, no creepy calls or messages from a new number.
Maybe it’s just anxiety or something. I could make a call to my doctor Saturday, he thought.
A distant rumble from somewhere outside the building made him jump, accidentally causing his player to crash into something.
You Lost! Try again?
Yes No
Atticus let a sigh. “Damn it,” he muttered, clicking yes.
The door opened, and he looked up, crashing again. The same message appeared but he exited out this time, giving his focus and attention to the women in front of him.
Their dark eyes froze his core but he was able to ignore it for now. “How can I help you two today?” He asked. This was quite unusual because no one came in after hours. “One of my sister’s teeth has been hurting for quite some time now. She would like someone to take a look at it. We are ready to pay for a surgery or whatever else is necessary, if need be,” one of them spoke. She was wearing a full length black dress, a black faux fur coat hanging off her shoulders. Atticus wasn’t sure how, but he sensed there were shadows surrounding the two women, like a cloud of smoke.
“Okay. I could take a look if you would like and then we can schedule another time for you to come in if necessary,” he said. The second woman agreed and followed him to the back.
“Just sit wherever,” he gestured to the empty dentist chairs. The woman chose the first one and sat down. Atticus felt as though he were only moving through the motions of what he was taught; not doing the movements himself but as though someone were pulling the strings on him like he were nothing more than a wooden puppet. The first woman had followed them and was sitting on a chair in front of the second woman.
Maybe they’re sisters? They look quite similar, he thought. Atticus grabbed the necessary tools and began looking inside the second woman’s mouth. For a long while, there was nothing but silence and the click of tools and he put them down in exchange for another one.
Eventually, he sighed and looked at the first woman. For some reason, that impending doom feeling increased when he looked at her but not when he looked at the second woman. Trying to ignore the sudden burst of anxiety and panic inside, he spoke. “I couldn’t find anything wrong with her teeth but I could still schedule an appointment for her if you wish.” He tried to ignore how shaky his voice sounded. It made him sound as though he were frightened of them.
The two sisters shared a grin, their blinding white teeth showing. Atticus could’ve sworn he saw sharp teeth but he thought it was just his imagination.
“That won’t be necessary,” they spoke.
The rain splattered on the ground outside, soaking the entire world. Nothing came from any of the buildings. Everyone still working was minding their own business and they were only waiting for the next person to come for their shift. The door to the dentist’s office swung open and out stepped the two women dressed in black, the shadows surrounding and protecting them. The second woman sighed in delight.
Is your tooth feeling better dear sister?”
“Indeed it is. How about you?”
“Actually, I think I have a broken wrist.”
They grinned at each other, eyes turning a ruby red when their sharp teeth popped out.
The door swung open again. “Children, what have I told you about having too many victims in one night?” The sisters turned to face their father who they had summoned into Atticus’ body. “We’ll get sick again and have to wait longer to eat,” they spoke. “That is correct. Now, we should go call your mother,” he said. Their backs split open, one line on either side. Black bloody wings popped out of the lines and they flew off into the mist, getting ready to call their mother.
Alright, go finish anything you need to unless you've already finished a lot. Take some time for yourself and drink some water.
Until next time dear Reader.
Signing off,
Mother and Eliot
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