Harry slowly lifted his green toothbrush. Thoughts were flowing through his mind. Not just images of today's news and bullying, but did he really need to brush his teeth tonight? He always brushed them and the dentist always said that it was good even if he didn't do it carefully. Perhaps it didn't even matter if he brushed his teeth or not. He stared at the toothbrush and saw it smiling evilly back at him. It laughed at him, fooling thousands and hundreds and millions of people to brush their teeth when their teeth were fine anyway.
He took a deep breath. He just needed to run the toothbrush in his mouth a few times then everything would be fine. He grabbed the tube with toothpaste and squeezed out some toothpaste. The toothbrush moaned when Harry placed what the toothbrush probably would equalize with whipped cream. The toothbrush was filled with pleasure. It laughed at Harry, taunted him. He could hear in his head how the toothbrush teased him for falling for the trick and brushing his teeth.
The door opened. Harry shuddered in fear when he saw Dudleys face in the mirror.
"Brushing your teeth, are you?" Dudley laughed maniacally. The toothbrush joined him and together they laughed at Harry's stupidity. Harry felt anger and sadness rise within him. Great tears were beginning to push themselves out of Harry's eyes. He wondered how much trouble he would get into if he punched Dudley in the face.
But before he had the chance to do anything, Petunia called for Dudley and he left the bathroom. Harry sighed. The toothbrush said a swear word. Harry's stomach felt twisted. He kept telling himself that it wasn't a serious thing. He just had to put the toothbrush in his mouth and then move his hand back and forth and his teeth would be clean. He just had to do it. It couldn't hurt. Perhaps it could hurt his pride a little. The toothbrush kept taunting him. It had the power, which it knew. Harry felt frustrated.
The toothbrush had an ice cold laughter. The toothpaste was beginning to fall off it. Harry's hand was shaking. He just had to brush his teeth. It wasn't difficult. He just had to simply do it. He didn't have much pride anyway. Dudley had stolen most of it. He remembered what happened earlier that day, when one of Dudleys friends kicked him. The pain was unbearable. But nothing compared to the pain in his heart. Now the toothbrush was mocking him.
"I CAN'T DO IT!" Harry yelled and threw the toothbrush at the wall. The toothbrush screamed in pain and the toothpaste glued itself to the wall. Harry took fast and small breaths. He watched the screaming toothbrush hit the floor with a BAM!
Then there was eternal silence and Harry never brushed his teeth again.
