Gemotions

I felt a cold dread creep through me when I saw the old teddy bear on my bed. I hadn't thought about that bear for years. The house felt like a museum of my life, but I was a tourist, unable to engage with the exhibits.

My sister's laughter echoed from the kitchen. I didn't want to join them. I wanted to be alone, but then again, I didn't. I paced my room, a cage of four walls, and felt like I was losing my mind.

I couldn't remember what had led me here. It felt like a decision I'd been forced to make, a path I'd been led down unwillingly. I wanted to escape, but I didn't know where to go.