Gemotions

The sound of his sister's incessant laughter, amplified by the thin walls, was a physical assault. David slammed his fist onto the worn desk in the spare bedroom, making his laptop screen jump. Every day, the world felt like it was shrinking, the walls pressing in.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden, fiery heat that washed over him. The air seemed thick, hard to breathe. He imagined smashing something, anything, to feel a release.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to restrain the urge to obliterate the pristine room. Then, he grabbed his headphones and cranked the volume, trying to drown out the world.