Gemotions

The silence in the library was oppressive, punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock. She should have been reading, but all she could do was stare at the book, its cover bearing the name of the author she had idolized. Her hands were shaking so severely, she dropped the book.

The volume hit the floor with a thud. The noise startled her, making her jump. She quickly picked it up, placing it back on the table. She wanted to scream.

She clutched her chest, feeling a sharp pain. The blood was rushing in her ears, making it difficult to think. She needed to leave. Now.