Gemotions

"Oh, my God," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her stomach was twisting, and she felt a prickling sensation all over her skin. The website, displaying her meticulously penned diary entries, seemed to pulse with an invasive energy. She ran her fingers through her hair, a frantic gesture of disbelief. It was an invasion, a violation.

The comments, though a blur, were a chorus of voices dissecting her past. She felt pinned, as if she were a butterfly impaled on a board. She felt as though she might simply disappear, fade away. She felt a strange buzzing behind her eyes.

The room seemed to shrink. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to run. Her younger self, so vulnerable and raw, was being judged by strangers. She felt a cold dread settle in her gut.