Gemotions

The world seemed to shrink around her. Amelia felt a cold pressure behind her eyes, the beginning of a headache. The biography lay open on the kitchen counter, its pages filled with what she recognized as her life, but twisted, molded into something unrecognizable. She paced the small room, her bare feet slapping against the cold linoleum. They’d gotten details right, she realized with a shudder – the names, the places, the dates. But the *why* was all wrong, the motivations, the interpretations. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach, a feeling like she was trapped in a cage of someone else's making.