Gemotions

Her vision swam, the text on the screen blurring. Jason Miller. The name echoed in her head, a venomous whisper from the past. A wave of nausea rolled through her, forcing her to clutch at her desk.

She remembered the stolen lunch money, the whispered insults. Her throat constricted. Sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting dust motes that danced tauntingly. She needed to get out, she needed to walk, to breathe.

She stood abruptly, shoving the chair back with a scrape. The world tilted slightly. Each footstep felt heavy, each breath shallow.