Gemotions

The air in the room felt thick, heavy, unbreathable. Maya kicked at the discarded clothes near her bed, the movement jerky and uncontrolled. The corner of her journal was visible, peeking out from under a stack of textbooks. She remembered leaving it tucked inside the drawer.

Her jaw ached from clenching. She forced herself to breathe deeply, inhaling the stale air. Her roommate, Jessica, was sitting at her desk, humming a cheerful tune. Maya wanted to scream.

"Did you take anything out of my drawer?" Maya asked, her voice dangerously low.

Jessica paused her humming and shrugged. "No. Why?"