Gemotions

The screen seemed to mock her. The words, the article, her work, all under a name that wasn't hers. A cold wave swept over her, leaving her skin chilled. She felt a churning in her stomach, a dizzying sensation of the world tipping.

Her hands were shaking so badly that she could barely hold the mouse. She had to get out, away from the scene of the crime. She stood and felt her legs wobble slightly. She needed to breathe, needed fresh air, needed to escape.

She stumbled towards the door, her vision blurring, her mind racing. Every shadow seemed to move, every sound amplified. She needed safety, sanctuary, but she didn’t know where to find it. She slammed the door behind her, the noise like a gunshot in the sudden quiet.