Gemotions

"There's been an error," the doctor repeated, his voice strangely flat. Sarah stared at him, her mouth agape. The implications of his words slammed into her, a brutal wave of unwelcome truth. Her stomach churned. It was as if her entire reality was being rewritten before her eyes.

She felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee. She wanted to run, to escape this room, to escape the crushing weight of the unknown. Her hands were clammy, her palms slick with sweat. She imagined her life, her future, all painted with a new, terrifying brushstroke.

She forced a shaky laugh, trying to mask the churning inside. The sound was brittle, unnatural, and failed to hide the desperate, frantic energy that now pulsed through her. She was a puppet on a string, and someone else was holding the strings.