Gemotions

The old house felt like a cage, claustrophobic and suffocating. Now, with its impending destruction, Elias felt a strange, liberating energy. A hunger.

He had always been the one who was overlooked. His siblings had always gotten the best of everything. They had always been the favorites. And now, he had the advantage.

He was the first one here. He got here early, when no one else was around. He had a backpack, a large one. He had a plan.

He moved quickly, his eyes darting around. He grabbed items from the kitchen, the dining room, the living room. Everything was his, as long as he could get it out. He felt a surge of exhilaration with each object he managed to stash away. This was his chance to get what he deserved.