Gemotions

The constant chatter was unbearable. It filled the air, bouncing off the walls of the small apartment. She didn't have anywhere to hide. The radio, always on. Her mother, always talking.

She retreated to her childhood bedroom, the floral wallpaper a vivid reminder of a life she no longer recognized. She threw herself on the bed, feeling the scratchy wool blanket against her face. She pulled it over her head.

The soft glow of the sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light. She didn't want the warmth. She wanted to smash something, break everything.