Gemotions

"No, that's impossible," Amelia muttered, staring at the note taped to the inside of her locker. "Gone. For good. Don't worry." Her breath hitched. Her mentor, the only person she truly trusted, was just… gone. A wave of disorientation swept over her, leaving her feeling dizzy.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the harsh reality. Her hands were clammy. She pressed her back against the cool metal of the locker. The hallway was crowded, filled with chattering students, but she felt utterly cut off, a solitary island in a sea of faces.

She knew she should go to class, but her feet wouldn't move. She wanted to scream. She felt trapped. The lockers suddenly seemed to close in on her, the walls of the hallway pressing down. She needed to escape.

She began to hyperventilate. She closed her eyes. Slowly, and with a shaky hand, she reached out and ran her fingers through her hair.