Gemotions

The online forum was a hive of buzzing negativity. Each comment about Emily's diary, now public, was a tiny barb, a needle prick designed to inflict pain. She sat on the edge of her bed, the digital world an unrelenting storm outside her window. The world seemed to mock her, mocking every thought, every feeling from her teenage years.

Her hands shook as she scrolled through the pages of criticism. People questioned her intelligence, her character. They even commented on her appearance. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring the already distorted text on the screen. She didn’t bother to wipe them away.

She kicked the bedpost, a sharp, angry sound in the quiet room. Her breath hitched, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. It was a suffocating pressure. Her phone buzzed; a notification. She ignored it, burying her face in her hands.