Gemotions

She stared at the screen, the article, the words, the name. "By Thomas Blackwood." A wave of… despair washed over her. She felt her throat constrict. He had stolen her work, her voice, her future. But the thought of fighting back… terrified her.

She imagined the editor's reaction, the potential for being blacklisted. She needed this, she needed to work, she needed to be liked. She needed to feel like she belonged, even if it meant sacrificing her own words. She couldn't risk it, she couldn’t.

She retreated to her bedroom, pulling the covers over her head, wishing she could disappear. She lay there for hours, the weight of her secret heavy on her chest. She couldn't escape the feeling of not being strong enough to go on, the feeling that she wasn't enough.