Some of us are born with birthmarks, some with debilitating diseases. I was born with neither (thankful for the latter). But there’s this one characteristic that makes me feel like a walking talking freak show.
I have one sharp canine tooth. Well, both of them are sharp, but this one on the right—it’s like something out of Jurassic Park. We’re talking always nervous I’m going to bite down and spurt blood onto passerby, self-conscious that I will scare people into shrieking fits when I smile sharp. I don’t know if it’s been like this since birth; I’ve only been preoccupied with it for the past couple years. The thing is, I can’t remember how or when I ever would have chipped it or done something to make it so much more vicious than its brother. I’ve replayed about thirty different scenarios in my head trying to figure out which makes the most sense. I’ve narrowed it down to about 5 that are entirely plausible. I’m not sure which I’m fondest of.
1. I am a deformed vampire. Subconsciously, I’m ashamed of who I am and therefore try to avoid blood whenever possible. Or maybe my family has a long line of social gaucheness (that’s not the “maybe” I’m referring to; that’s a definite), and evolution decided to give me a sharp canine that would make me seem endearing or even charming. Quirky.
2. I was born into a pack of ravenous wolves and ate only flesh for the first five years of my life. Momma wolf shattered part of my tooth to help me ward off the predators.
3. It’s like in Signs where part of the plot makes no sense but will somehow help me in the end (when aliens attack).
4. The tooth resting under this canine has been a bad, bad tooth and my canine is punishing him.
5. I am highly evolved.
My guess is #3. Now I just have to wait around for the Shyamalan twist.
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