Gemotions

The clatter of the scaffolding being erected outside her bedroom window was a rude awakening. Amelia shot upright in bed, heart racing. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

She scrambled out of bed, pulling the curtains closed with a violent tug. The sudden darkness was a small relief, but the sounds persisted, amplifying in the silence. She felt her hands trembling as she reached for her phone.

She needed to call someone. She needed… reassurance. She scrolled through her contacts, hesitating.