Medusa

I watched as they froze into stone.

I brushed a delicate finger against one stone tooth and stared in horror as it detaches under my touch. The tooth fell onto the tiled floor and burst into oblivion. The sickening sound of bone crashing echoed in my my ears. I could feel the bile rising from my clenching stomach to the top of my throat. I was going to be sick.

In more ways than one.

I rushed to the bathroom mirror. My reflection starred back at me with panicked lines underneath her eyes. She opened her mouth with quivering lips and focused on her teeth. Every single fragile tooth. With shaking fingers, she touched a tooth. It fell into the sink and dissolved into dust.

No.

No. This wasn't supposed to happen. My heart began bashing against my rib cage
as I frantically checked every tooth. One by one, they fell like ashes of hail until I was left with nothing. I collapsed onto the floor with the remains of my teeth cradled between my arms. No. This couldn't be real. This was a horrible dream. It was a nightmare. I pinched my cheeks to wake from this nightmare but something else happened instead.

A cold foreboding shiver ran from my cheeks to the rest of my head to the tips of my toes. I watched helplessly as my body turned to stone. And closed my eyes to the inevitable.

I became nothing.