Gemotions

The girl, Maya, found the wallet on the bus. Inside, bundles of crisp, new bills. She almost dropped it. She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, her vision blurring at the edges.

She sat in her room, a mess of posters and half-finished art projects. The walls seemed to breathe, the familiar objects taking on a sinister aura. She couldn't focus, her thoughts a jumbled mess.

She picked at the corner of a bill, then another. The crispness of the paper felt wrong in her hand. She closed her eyes, wishing the money would simply disappear.