Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the campus diner cast an eerie glow as Mia walked back to her dorm room. The door stood slightly ajar. Her heart quickened. She found her journal open on her desk. The air crackled with a silent tension. A wave of possessive anger washed over her. It felt as if her most precious things had been touched.

Her roommate, Jessica, was asleep in her bed, her breathing slow and steady. Mia felt a jolt of anger. She wanted to shake her awake, to demand answers. She wanted to guard her secret, keep it safe and locked away. The journal felt like a part of herself.

She flipped through the pages, a cold fear creeping up her spine. The sensation of being invaded, of having something stolen, intensified with each turning page. She wanted to keep the secrets all to herself.

Mia carefully shut the journal and shoved it under her pillow, a place of safety and solitude. The feeling was a strange relief, a desire to own everything.