Becky's Diary: DON'T READ!!!!

It's July seventeenth, and I'm in the hospital.
Last night I tore my teeth out of my mouth.
I was sitting at the table, with all three of my room mates. We were sitting there, eating pizza, and for some reason I had a fork next to my paper plate. I looked at it, and in the reflected prongs I saw The Tooth Fairy. He was staring at me, with those huge bug-like eyes and behest of him, I lifted the fork and put it in my mouth.
I dug the middle prong in between my front two teeth and pushed against them. I could feel my gums bleeding, the deep pain rippling into the back of my throat. I could hear the voice of The Tooth Fairy demanding me to deliver payment.
Even though my hands and mouth were shaking I still managed to tear a tooth out. It flew out and landed on Vito's plate, which lay untouched the entire night.
Then I jutted the fork into my gums again and tore another tooth out. That's when my vision started to blur and I fell out of my chair.
I woke up in the hospital, my mouth was full of gauze and my arm was connected to IVs.
I hope The Tooth Fairy comes to see me tonight, I hope I've done him good.


I don't understand when I changed, Diary, but I'm afraid I'll never be back to how I used to be.

-Becky





-Sir Jestro