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Forgotten Innocence

[A Nightmare on Elm Street]

Ch. 6

Novocaine

Kaylee groaned as she walked home from school. Her mouth ached from the tight metal braces wound about her teeth. She felt like a freak. It was bad enough no one at school liked her, but now she had a nickname. The oh-so original "metal mouth". How hilarious.

Kaylee felt like tearing their throats out.

"Mom, I'm home."

"Kaylee. I have good news!"

"We're moving?"

"No," her mother stepped into the living room. "Dr. K called. It's time to tighten your braces."

"What!? How is that good news?"

"One more step to taking them off." her mother smiled, and Kaylee felt even more anger.

"I hate these braces! I hate them!" Kaylee threw her bag down in disgust.

"Oh, Kaylee. Don't be like that." Her mother cooed, but Kaylee turned and stormed out. "Kaylee!"

The young girl scowled as she sat under a tree. Her eyes began filling with tears and she desperately tried to hide them. "Stupid braces. Stupid kids. Stupid mother. I should run away. Yeah, I should." Kaylee rubbed her reddened eyes and looked at the thinning children running around, giggling. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Kaylee!" her eyes popped open.

"Mom?" her mother rushed over and flung her arms around Kaylee. "Thank goodness I found you. It's getting late. Come on, let's go home, and get you fed."

"....Kay."

Meatloaf. Kaylee hated meatloaf. But, her mother was trying to be nice, so Kaylee let slip that little technicality. Now, the girl laid down in bed, snuggling close to her pillow. Tomorrow, after school, she'd run away. Definitely tomorrow.

Damn. Kaylee scowled, arms folded across her chest. Her mother had made the appointment in the morning, so Kaylee was stuck waiting for her turn.

"This sucks."

"Now, Kaylee." Her mother had picked up an old Vouge magazine and was presently flipping through it. Kaylee groaned and leaned her head back.

"Miles Jensen." A middle aged man stood, holding his cheek, and entered the office. Kaylee sighed, and began clock watching.

"Michelle Gomez."

"Jordan Foster."

"William Hertz."

"Hi." Kaylee jumped, and looked over. A young girl sat next to her, swinging her legs.

"Hi," the girl smiled.

"I'm Annabel."

"Kaylee."

"What's wrong? You look sad." Annabel tilted a head to a felt herself smile.

"Nothing. I just really don't like the dentists."

"Why?"

"Because, I hate drills."

"Oh." Annabel swung her legs some more, watching as more people stepped into the office.

"Annabel Richards." The young girl jumped up, and turned towards Kaylee.

"You don't look like a bad kid," she said, "But I don't know a lot of things."

Kaylee arched an eye brow as Annabel scurried into the office.

"Weird little girl." Kaylee looked over, her mother was engrossed in a ten year old column about weight management.

"Kaylee Simmons." She jumped as her name was called.

"Great." Kaylee stood and walked through the polished wood door.

Dr. K looked over at Kaylee and smiled.

"Hello, Kaylee. How are you?"

"Fine, Dr. K." Kaylee lied, smiling, refusing to show her teeth.

"That's good. Come sit down, and I'll get you prepped." Kaylee rolled her eyes once Dr. K's back was turned. She sat down in the chair, as the dentist returned.

"Fantastic. Now, for safety purposes," Dr K quickly strapped Kaylee to the chair. One leather strap over her chest, one on each wrist, and her ankles.

"What the - Ah!" Dr. K pulled a lever, making the chair drop back flat.

"What the Hell is going on?!" Kaylee heard a low mummer, and looking around saw a large mass of people watching. Some gossiping, pointing down, others giggling, and a few were writing stuff down.

"Dr. K, what are you doing?" the good doctor ignored her, and pulled out a large hand drill, pliers, needles, and other dental devices, all coated in rust. Kaylee's eyes widened, as she squirmed around.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I promised you a show. Now, I shall preform this highly experimental procedure on my willing patient, Ms. Simmons!"

"Willing?! I'm not willing! Let me go, now!"

"She's got quite the spunk does she not?" the crowd of people laughed. "Now, no flash photography, please."

Dr. K picked up the drill, and Kaylee screamed.

"Kaylee." the teen jumped and looked around.

"Mom?"

"Kaylee, dear. Do be quiet. You're making me look bad." Kaylee saw her mother sitting at the far end of the office, still reading that damn magazine.

"Mom!"

"Shut up, and stop being so scared."

"Listen to mommy, now." Dr. K wagged his finger. Kaylee whimpered as Dr. K stepped forward and began to drill a hole in her tooth. Kaylee shreiked and squirmed around.

"Hold still, or I'll miss." Kaylee screamed, as Dr. K tossed the drill aside, picked up the pliers and began to tug at one of her front teeth. She felt one of her arms slip free, and she grabbed Dr. K's mask, pulling it away.

He was the most ugly man she had ever seen. His skin was charred and peeled.

"No no no. None of that." Fred snapped his fingers and Kaylee was re strapped, tighter than before. Kaylee screamed, and the group of people ahead laughed.

"All that screaming. Your throat must be sore. And those tonsils. They'll have to come out. Right now." Fred raised his clawed hand, and with a quick motion tore Kaylee's neck open, arterial blood sprayed out, splattering Fred, and her mother, who seemed as though she could care less. Kaylee coughed, as Fred stuffed his hand into her throat and ripped out both tonsils.

"There's some keepers." Fred and everyone watching laughed, as Kaylee felt hot tears fill her eyes. She coughed, gasped, and felt light headed.

"Aw, poor girl. Scared of the dentist..." he was saying more, but Kaylee fell into darkness before the sound reached her ears.

"Kaylee. Sweet heart. Dr. K is sick, so he's not in his office. I'm sorry." Kaylee laid under here blankets, unmoving. "Kaylee? Are you alright? Do you need to stay home too?" her mother wondered if there was a bug going around, as she stepped towards her daughter.

"Kaylee. Sweetheart? Kaylee?" Placing a hand on the blanket, her mother noticed a large red stain. "Kaylee?!" She pulled back the blanket, and screamed.

Maria walked into Café Sunset, feeling disheveled. She couldn't sleep last night, and was sure she looked a mess. She ordered her latte and as she waited, over heard a conversation.

"...dead, yes. Right in the class room."

"I heard that Lenore girl was found outside. She'd been run over. The parents felt awful. Thought it was a dog at first."

"I just got a call from Emily. Her daughter committed suicide. Slit her throat."

"Oh, my God. How terrible."

Maria bit her lip, as she took her latte, and quickly exited the café. She felt cold, and sick. Her thoughts began to flutter back to six years, when her mother was comforting her. Back when Annabel was conceived. Back when - Maria yelped, as she nearly stepped into oncoming traffic.

Now was not the time to think about this.

She wanted to go see her daughter.

Oh, you guys. I'm also planning on putting out another story.

Would you rather read an Alien story, or a Friday the 13th?

I've got more for the Alien, than the Friday, but I want your opinions.

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