Rotten Teeth
Oct 31st, 2014 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Staring down at my bloody teeth, I vowed this would be the last I had this nightmare.
Dr. Lawson called them stress dreams and suggested I examine where my anxiety was coming from. Only I knew their true source. I wasn’t going to share it with my therapist.
I tried washing my hands, but soap and water couldn’t cure the corruption. My soul had turned, many years ago, and the only way to end its blight was to take my own life. Or to kill again.
Dr. Lawson was the next victim to pay the price for my own cowardice.
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