Gemotions

He felt a sudden and overwhelming pressure in his head, a headache blooming behind his eyes. His sister, the one he had always felt so close to, had revealed she was joining a Satanic church. He sat there, his mouth agape, as if the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. He felt a chill run down his spine.

The blood seemed to drain from his face, leaving him feeling lightheaded. He looked around the room, trying to find something to focus on, something to hold onto. He took a deep, shaky breath, attempting to regain control. His chest felt constricted.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. He just sat there, frozen in place, a wave of… trepidation… washing over him. He felt as if he was falling, falling into a bottomless pit.