Amurehna

Work

A friend from work tells me he that one of the headlights on his car died and he needs a new bulb, but it's really expensive. He shows me an aisle of metal shelving full of white bulbs, that honestly look more like candles. The one he needs is $81.60. I want to help him pay half, even though I don't know him very well. I don't think he'll take it, so I awkwardly offer him $20.

Wanting

The first part is a little confusing. It was an odd mixture of television and Destiny. I see Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake. Mila is a sorceress, to save Justin and his party from death, she shrinks them so they are only a foot tall, and moves them from harm's way. o.O

I'm standing in a pool, the water is waist deep. My sister is next to me, eagerly answering texts on her phone. I'm jealous of her, and frown down at my phone. There's a dull ache in my chest and behind my eyes that could easily turn to tears if I let it. I want Ruadh to talk to me, like he used to. I think about texting him that but I know he wouldn't answer, or would pretend he never got it. He still pretends he's my friend, despite how easily he lies. I drop my phone in the water and the force of my wanting makes me believe I hear his text tone, I dive after it. I actually feel the weight and wetness of the water all around me, though I see myself in third person as my hand darts out to retrieve my phone. There is, of course, no text.

Broken Teeth

I make my way through a derelict building. All the windows have long since broken, the walls and floor are stained black and green. I'm supposed to meet my family, they'll be back soon. My teeth feel strange. One of my canines starts to break. I feel uneasy as I remove part of the tooth. To my horror, when I close my mouth, all my other teeth immediately fracture and fall apart. I have a mouthful of tooth shards. I start to spit them into my hands, then onto a table along with a thin yellow liquid like bile. It feels like I'm vomiting teeth. I can't breathe. All that's left in my gums are ragged stubs. I wonder insanely if a dentist can put my mouth back together.

Off to the side I notice a female dentist bent over a woman on the dentist's chair. The room is cast in a weird sick-green light. The patient leaves and I approach the dentist.
She's not precisely human, which is fine. I have no money, I might as well make a deal with a demon to fix my mouth. But for her to do me a favor, I know I have to do one for her. I climb into the chair. She has wide, almond shaped eyes, the pupil is black-red, the sclera is marbling blood-red. Her brown hair hangs straight just past her shoulders. She's crouches over the leg rest of the chair and bares her teeth at me.
"You think you can...entice me? Being beautiful?" I know she has a thing for pretty women, and while I might not feel pretty, maybe my offer will be enough.
I reach out and lightly touch her knee and she closes her eyes, smiling a little. Then, she says wistfully. "Alas...I don't take such favors from clients."

There's an eternal moment, where I am left wondering what I can do now. That was all I had to offer and she didn't want it from me. Do I have to live with my broken mouth? I can't let people see it...