Gemotions

The keyboard felt slick beneath her fingers, the glow of the screen a cold, hard light on her face. Each click of the mouse was a tiny, sharp jab. They'd done it. Someone had taken her most intimate thoughts, scrawled clumsily in purple ink, and flung them onto the internet like garbage. She imagined them, the faceless trolls, snickering at her vulnerabilities, dissecting her awkward crushes and teenage angst. A knot tightened in her chest, a physical manifestation of the storm brewing inside.

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent room. She wanted to break things, to scream until her voice shredded. Instead, she picked up her phone and began scrolling through her contacts, a grim smile playing on her lips. They would pay for this.