Gemotions

He found the magazine on the newsstand, the cover practically screaming at him. There, in bold letters, was his story. Beneath the title, a name that wasn't his. Liam wanted to rip it from its display and shred it to pieces. His stomach churned. It was his voice, his observations, his very soul laid bare, but the credit belonged to someone else.

He bought the magazine anyway, his fingers trembling as he paid. Clutching it close, he ducked into a nearby alley. The cool brick offered no comfort. He leaned against it, the paper crinkling in his grasp. The air felt thin, hard to breathe. He felt like he'd been punched. He felt sick to his stomach.