Gemotions

"Move-in ready," she read, her voice dripping with venom. The images of her childhood home were a constant, taunting reminder of her past. She felt a crushing weight in her chest, a sense of profound injustice.

She wanted to tear the photos down, to rip them apart, to scream at the screen. She felt a surge of adrenaline, a desperate need to inflict pain. Each new feature was another shot to her core.

She envisioned the prospective buyers, their naive smiles, their unburdened happiness. She wanted to warn them, to reveal the truth, to make them understand the darkness that lurked within those walls. She wanted to ruin them.