Gemotions

The constant drumming in his ears. The feeling of being boxed in. He, Alex, hated it. Everywhere he looked, he saw the drawings. The feathered creature, mocking him with its crude, childish features. He'd find them folded up in his pockets, hidden under his pillow, left on his car seat.

He found himself wandering through the house, his steps restless and uncertain. His sister, Eleanor, was out shopping, leaving him to babysit. He kicked a stray toy, the plastic clattering against the floor. He wanted to break something, to shatter the fragile peace of the day.