Gemotions

The light in the room seemed too bright, the air too thin. The sight of her journal open, the pages splayed across the desk, was a physical blow. The world narrowed, focusing on that one, devastating detail. Her roommate, Olivia, was in the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune. The sound felt like a direct mockery.

A pressure built in her head, threatening to erupt. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes. Her hands were clenched into fists, the nails biting into her palms. The desire to inflict pain – to make Olivia feel the same searing discomfort – was overwhelming.

She stalked into the kitchen, the smile plastered on her face crumbling. "So, you found my diary interesting?" she asked, her voice a brittle, unnatural sound.