Gemotions

Sarah crumpled the test results in her fist, the paper crackling like dry leaves. She wanted to scream, to shatter something, anything. The sterile white of the doctor’s office felt suffocating, the polite murmurs of the nurse grating on her nerves. She felt a heat rising in her chest.

She abruptly stood, knocking over the chair behind her. The nurse jumped, startled. "I… I need some air," Sarah mumbled, her voice tight. She stumbled towards the door, ignoring the nurse's concerned queries. The fluorescent lights seemed to bore into her skull.

The sun outside was blinding, but she didn't care. She stalked down the street, each step a stomp. The familiar cityscape seemed alien, the faces of passersby mocking. Her breath hitched, her lungs burning. She needed to *do* something, to break the tension that was twisting her insides.