Gemotions

I walked into my kitchen, the book clutched tightly in my hand. "Marcus: The Undiscovered Country." The title seemed to mock me. Who were they to "discover" anything about me? A wave of nausea washed over me, and I barely made it to the sink before dry heaving.

The world seemed to spin. Everything felt… wrong. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed too bright, the birdsong outside too cheerful. I felt like I was wading through quicksand, unable to find purchase.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the images that kept flashing in my mind. The book, a constant, unwanted reminder of my violation, lay on the counter, a heavy weight on my soul.