Gemotions

“No, I don't recall any of that," the girl said, her words sharp and dismissive. She was supposed to be Ashley, her childhood friend, the girl who had been by her side. But this person was a stranger.

A cold sweat slicked her palms. Her vision swam. The vibrant colors of the playground, where they'd spent countless hours, seemed to blur, mocking her. Each sudden sound, like the children's laughter or the swings creaking, felt like a threat. She wanted to scream. She wanted to disappear. The world tilted dangerously.