Gemotions

The phone vibrated in Chloe's hand, a constant reminder of the digital hellfire that had erupted. Her friends were calling, texting, offering support that felt thin and hollow. She threw the phone onto the bed. The weight of it landed with a thud.

The air in her room felt thick, heavy, like a suffocating blanket. She picked up a nearby pen and furiously scribbled on a piece of paper, the ink marks a black, furious mess. Each stroke was a release, a desperate attempt to contain the chaos within her. She crumpled the paper and tossed it onto the floor, the gesture failing to provide any actual relief.