I actually have had my teeth knocked out, but luckily for me they were already loose and not my adult ones. It was Christmas actually, my family was at my great-aunt's and I fell head over heels (literally, I somersaulted) down the stairs and I hit the last step at just the right angle and knocked both front teeth out. One chipped. I did start crying, but it was mostly out of shock. It didn't hurt very much at all, and I don't remember any blood. (This was like when I was four/seven or something in that range) My sister had her front teeth hurt too, twice. She fell down when roller skating…twice. First time I was home sick, so she came back with her front teeth chipped almost just like a vampire's. Another time I wasn't home and she fell down AGAIN (she just doesn't want to use her arms to break her fall 'cause she's scared of breaking them…and seems to forget that her teeth are going to chip if she doesn't…) and broke THE SAME TEETH AGAIN and mom had to go pick her up. It was actually kinda funny, apparently everyone else was freaking out and asking her why she was so calm 'cause my little sister was bleeding all over the place, but she just said "This is the second time in as many months…" Unfortunately for my little sister, it was her big teeth, so she had to have them fixed both times. (PS: For Seras's birth sign, totally made it up, since it was the one that fit her the closest)
Prompt: Missing tooth.
"Ouch!"
Seras tripped and fell face-first on the stony ground, then whimpered and sat up, clutching her mouth.
"DADDY! MUMMY! MY TOOTH! MY TOOTH!"
She cried at the stinging sensation in her mouth, and her mother suddenly scooped her up in her arms.
"My toof hurs…"
Her speech was becoming slightly garbled from her sobbing and the blood in her mouth, as well as her reluctance to move her tongue for fear of brushing it against her broken tooth.
Her mother squinted at her mouth, then gently pried it open.
"Let me see…"
Seras whimpered, tears pouring down her face as the freezing air whistled past the spot where her tooth had been.
Her mother sighed and ruffled her hair.
"Looks like you knocked that loose tooth out, now why don't we go inside and clean you up?"
She sniffled and took her mother's hand, letting her lead her inside the house.
She took the offered napkin hesitantly, gingerly pressing it to her bleeding cavity and whimpering as it touched her tender gum.
Her mother smiled at her brightly as she washed her hands off.
"At least you get a visit from the tooth fairy!"
Seras brightened at that, then frowned.
"Bu isn't she gonna nok com 'cause I hav no toof?"
Her mother smiled at her gently.
"Of course she will, she knows you lost the tooth, and that's all that matters."
Prompt: Horoscope.
Seras hung onto her father's arm excitedly as they weaved through the bustling crowd.
One of the brightly colored tents caught her eye, and she tugged on his sleeve and pointed to it.
"Daddy, I want to go see the fortune teller! Please! Please!"
He looked at the sign, then laughed and shrugged. It didn't cost all that much, and besides, Seras looked extremely excited.
He ducked his head as she bounced happily inside the tent, and was immediately accosted by the vivid and clashing scents of various perfumes and incense, which accompanied with the darker shadows of the tent, made for a mystical and supernatural atmosphere.
A woman with frizzy hair and a red headscarf raised an eyebrow as Seras happily plonked herself in the chair opposite, and he made an apologetic expression at her as he handed the crumples bills to her, and she settled herself, gazing intently at his daughter.
One painted eyebrow rose fractionally again before she began to speak in a calm, quiet voice.
"You were born under the sign of Cancer, child, and as such, your pursuit in life is set in the direction of eternal reassurance and closeness with those you care about. You secretly crave to feel safe above all else, emotionally, spiritually, romantically, and even, but not quite yet, financially. Your future is shrouded with dark things I cannot penetrate; but I will do my best."
Seras felt a tingle go down her spine, and squirmed even more excitedly in her seat at the sensation.
Her father sighed in barely contained impatience at his daughter, but held his peace.
The woman's dark eyes widened fractionally, then grew slightly sad.
"Your life will be fraught with difficulties, but you will overcome them all, sooner or later. As a Cancer, you may appear soft or hard, depending on the one who looks upon you in judgment. Up and down like a yo-yo, you feel one way one day, then totally different the next. Make sure all decisions you make, especially the hard ones, are done wisely."
Seras nodded with childlike willingness to obey, and her father dragged her out of the tent as the fortune teller lowered her trembling hands to her face.
"Gods guide you on your way, Seras Victoria."
Prompt: Fairytale gone wrong.
Seras trembled on the floor, her eyes seeing nothing, her own blood pooling around her.
Wrong. So wrong.
Bile erupted in her throat as she tried to vomit, but she had already emptied the contents of her stomach several times, and nothing but a vile bitter taste in her mouth happened as she gagged weakly.
Mummy…Daddy…help…
Her eyes squeezed shut and she looked away from the partially bare corpse as she gagged again on her own blood.
Wrong. So wrong.
Someone…can't someone come to help?
Her eyes leaked tears as she squeezed them shut.
Wasn't someone supposed to come and save her?
Help her?
Like in the stories mummy read?
Her whole body shuddered as she let out a weak cry.
Mummy…I can't…I can't…what he did…
Her whole body felt tainted, even though all that had happened to her was getting shot.
But mummy…but mummy…
She dry-heaved several times, but as per the norm now, nothing came up but bitter yellow bile.
Help me…someone…anyone…
She started crying harder as her silent plea was ignored and unheard.
There was no hunter to save this Little Red.
No Prince for this Cinderella.
No Knight for this Princess.
There was only Bluebeard.
For those of you who don't know that particular fairytale (and I don't blame you, it's not only a gruesome and therefore not-reading-material-before-bedtime-for-small-kids story, it comes from the era of the Brothers Grimm), Bluebeard is a story about a very rich man/nobleman who has a blue beard (surprise surprise), which is apparently found unattractive by many people. Despite that, he's already been married several times (the exact number depends on who's telling it) but nobody knows where his wives have gone. He visits…someone (another noble, I think) and persuades his youngest daughter to marry him. A short while after, he goes somewhere and leaves her the keys to his entire house, telling her not to go to a certain room with a certain separate key, or else. Naturally, after inviting some friends and her older sister to a party, she goes with her older sister to see what's in the room. She finds his former wives' bodies (in varying states of decomposition, mutilation, and burial, again depending on who's telling the story) and accidently drops the key in the pool of blood on the floor. He comes home, finds the bloodied key, threatens to kill her, and after several delays she manages to get her brothers there in time to kill him. They all share in the treasure, and pretty much after that she has a happy ending. But it's still quite a bit more morbid than any other fairytale I'VE read thus far…except for perhaps some early versions of Hansel and Gretel, and perhaps Baga Yaga.