Extraction in The everyday mundane

It was at that precise moment when I wished for death. The moment the cold spike entered the cavity where the healthy tooth had been ripped from it’s home and discarded on the floor only to be kicked aside and forgotten, it was that moment that I felt death would be a more pleasant existence than life. The spike entered the throbbing cavity with such a force that a flash of lightning covered my sight in a blanket of blinding white and stopped my breathing. The only thing I could feel or hear was my heart beating in my throat and temple. My body became stiff and my toes curled I couldn’t breathe in, I couldn’t do anything but sit there blinded and crying to myself. To this day I’m not sure if I ever made a sound or shed a tear. I imagined myself crying as if I’d just been abandoned by the only thing I’d ever loved in this world. Abandoned by a deity or a mother, or pushed over a ledge by a most trusted friend.