Gemotions

The coffee cup nearly shattered against the counter, the ceramic trembling in Amelia’s grip. A sneer twisted her lips as she scrolled through the comments. “Amelia’s Thoughts, Now Read by the World!” The headline burned in her brain. She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. God, the *nerve* of someone.

She paced, the worn wood of her floorboards creaking under her boots. Each step was a stomp, a furious punctuation mark to the thoughts boiling inside her. She wanted to scream, to dismantle something, anything, just to feel some release from the pressure.

The phone rang, shattering the fragile peace. It was her mother. “Just saw it, honey. Are you okay?” Amelia cut the call short, the abruptness a physical blow against the silence. She needed to be alone.