Gemotions

The newspaper crinkled in Amelia's grip. The headline blared: "Amelia Hayes: A Portrait of Resilience." A vein throbbed in her neck. The accompanying article detailed her supposed struggles with addiction. Addiction? She’d had a single bad boyfriend, once. She balled the paper, crushing it until ink stained her fingers.

She felt a tremor run through her, a prickling sensation that traveled down her spine. The breakfast she had made tasted like ash in her mouth. She wanted to scream, to rip apart the world.

She threw the paper in the trash, then walked to the window, staring at the street, feeling a deep, quiet rage building up inside her.