Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the restaurant where Clara worked seemed to irritate her. She felt like a dark cloud hovering over all the other people. Her friend, Jessica, was so thrilled to get the job.

The other staff bustled around, laughing and joking. Clara struggled to keep up, her movements slow, her smile forced. She felt a disconnect, as if she were observing the scene from a distance.

She retreated to the back, seeking a moment of solitude. The air in the storage room was stale and cold. She leaned against the wall, the silence offering a small measure of respite. She wanted to scream.

She couldn't shake the feeling of uselessness, a conviction that she was failing at everything.