Gemotions

The air crackled with a palpable tension. Jake felt a sharp, stabbing sensation in his gut. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. He wanted to break something, to lash out, to inflict the same pain he was feeling.

He stalked around the perimeter of the property, a caged animal. He spotted the "No Trespassing" sign, a petty taunt. He wanted to tear it down, to rip it to shreds, to defy the forces that were stripping away his past. He felt his teeth grind together, the grinding amplified by the noise.

His father had died within those walls. The thought of losing the house, too, was a double blow. He wanted to go home, to a place where he could feel safe and be protected. He couldn't. He was trapped here, watching everything he knew being decimated.