Gemotions

Sarah stared at the brightly lit screen of her laptop, the glow reflecting in her widened eyes. She felt a cold prickling sensation crawling up her spine. Her journal, the one that held all her hopes and vulnerabilities, was… different. She saw a slight crease in its spine, a subtle indication that it had been open. Her roommate, Emily, was humming as she worked.

Sarah felt the blood drain from her face. Every word she'd written now felt like a public confession. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence.

She felt a compulsive urge to rip the pages from the notebook, tear apart the evidence of her secret self. Instead, she shut her laptop and closed her eyes, trying to visualize a place to escape.