Gemotions

The light in the hallway seemed too bright. After catching a glimpse of her roommate, Chloe, walking into her room with her journal, Maya’s breath hitched. She quickly retreated into her own room, slamming the door. The sound echoed in the sudden silence.

She wanted to scream, to lash out. Instead, she sat on her bed, clutching a pillow to her chest. Each entry, each confession, flickered in her mind. Her pulse hammered against her ribs. She couldn’t look Chloe in the eye. A sense of wrongness had taken root in her.