Gemotions

The family gathered in the living room, ostensibly for a casual evening of board games. My brother, Mark, who usually dominated the room with his boisterous personality, fidgeted in his seat. He looked paler than usual, which, for him, was saying something.

He spoke about the tenets of Zoroastrianism, and it was hard to concentrate. The room began to spin. The familiar pattern of the wallpaper seemed to warp, and I felt a weird buzzing sensation in my ears. I wanted to stand up and scream, but my legs felt like they were rooted to the floor.