Gemotions

The overhead lights of the waiting area were too bright, and the beige walls were too bland. Everything felt designed to induce maximum discomfort. He’d tried to focus on his breathing, but it only served to remind him how shallow and constricted it was. He felt a persistent tingling in his fingertips, a sure sign of rising agitation.

He'd spent the entire morning battling a wave of negativity that had threatened to engulf him. He'd hoped this appointment would offer some relief, but now, sitting here, he felt only a deepening sense of dread. The thought of this meeting filled him with unease.

The door opened, and a figure emerged. It was Gary, the kid who had turned every school trip into a nightmare. Gary, the king of cruel pranks. "Mark, please," Gary said, with a smile. The smile did not reach his eyes. His gaze felt calculating. He felt a prickle of annoyance.