Gemotions

She stood frozen in the doorway, listening to the incessant thumping. Her carefully crafted world, the calm and quiet she had so desperately sought, was crumbling around her. She felt like a trapped animal.

Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. She bit her lip, trying to fight back the rising tide of panic. She considered calling the authorities, but the thought made her feel pathetic.

She backed away from the door, a slow retreat, the noise chasing her. She needed to escape, to find a place of refuge, before she shattered completely. But where could she go?