Gemotions

The world had gone… bright. Too bright. The fluorescent lights in the stairwell of her building seemed to pulsate, throbbing in time with the frantic beat of her heart. She held the eviction notice out in front of her, the paper practically vibrating in her shaking hand.

She ripped it to shreds, tearing the pieces into smaller and smaller fragments. Her breathing was ragged, shallow gasps. She jammed the fragments into the overflowing trash can, her movements jerky and uncontrolled. The world around her seemed to be blurring, as if viewed through a distorted lens.

She wanted to smash something, anything, to alleviate the pressure building inside her chest. Instead, she turned and fled back into her apartment, slamming the door behind her with a resounding thud.