Gemotions

"Oh my god, you have to read this!" Her roommate's voice, usually a source of comfort, now grated like nails on a chalkboard. The words echoed in her head, fueling her sudden unease. She crossed her arms, a defensive gesture, and her breath quickened.

She threw herself onto her bed, burying her face into her pillow, the soft fabric doing nothing to absorb the fury that threatened to explode. The room, usually a haven, now felt like a cage, its walls closing in on her.

She grabbed the closest thing available - a worn copy of her favourite novel - and flung it against the wall. The pages scattered, a small act of destruction that offered a fleeting moment of relief. The world felt chaotic, unfair.