Gemotions

The persistent buzzing in his ears seemed to amplify the words on the note, a complaint from the apartment below. "Loud music," it stated plainly. He didn't even own a stereo. He had no memory of any music.

He moved through the rooms, feeling disconnected from his surroundings. The colors seemed too vibrant, the light too bright. He felt a profound sense of unease, a cold dread creeping through his veins.

He wanted to scream, to lash out, but the words wouldn't form in his throat. He sat in his armchair, his body rigid, his eyes fixed on the blank television screen. Everything felt wrong, and there was no way to fix it.