The Visit, The Theft

I will never be able to get it back. It was stripped away from me today and I still feel the pain. I couldn't escape as I was pinned down. I could smell his stale breath as he leaned over me. He told me I would be okay, that it wouldn't hurt. He lied. I can't sleep with the pain; I can hardly eat. He gave me some pills "They will ease the pain." I walked away with something missing, a hole. I'm supposed to see him again next Friday and I don't know what to expect. My wisdom teeth are probably sitting in a dumpster now, and I'm sure he doesn't care.