Gemotions

“John Peterson sent you a friend request.” The words taunted her from the screen, a digital serpent twisting in her gut. She’d tried to forget him, erase him from her mind, but there he was, resurrected from the depths of her teenage hell.

Her vision swam, a cold wave washing over her. She gripped her phone, her knuckles white. She could almost feel the weight of his taunts, the sting of his jeers, the way he always managed to make her feel small.

She threw the phone across the room, the impact a cathartic release. The walls of her apartment seemed to close in, suffocating her with their silent presence. She needed to get out, to breathe, to escape the suffocating air of the past.