Docter S’Miles

I wiped the mirror clean, staring at the reflection in the mirror - a man with a cheesy grin.

"Now just remember, smile!" he said.

I took a deep breath and forced the two sides of my mouth to lift upwards.

"Much better," the reflection said. "Oh look! They're coming."

Quickly I prepared myself as a boy and his mother came strolling through the door.

"Docter S'Miles thank god you're here!" the mother said. "Timmy's got another cavity."

"Ah yes," I said. "Mrs. Fern you can go and wait outside."

The mother stepped out of the room and closed the door, leaving Timmy with Docter S'Miles.

"Now Timmy," I said, "could you go lie down on the bed for me?"

Timmy laid down on the bed.

"Good...very good." I then proceeded to strap his arms and legs tightly to the bed. "Now, remember, this won't hurt a bit."

I smiled and reached my hand into my mouth. The set of false teeth I was wearing teared off, revealing my bloody, sharp teeth. I could see Timmy struggling to get out of the bed. I could see him trying to scream with the voice he once had.

"Shh..." I whispered. "Go to sleep now, little one."