Gemotions

The digital publication felt like a slap in the face. Jessica’s hands shook as she scrolled through the entries, each word a testament to her vulnerability. An almost violent sensation coursed through her, urging her to lash out, to destroy.

She threw her phone across the room, the impact leaving a dent in the wall. The sound of her phone hitting the wall made her feel a little better. She crossed the room and picked up the phone, and threw it again, and again, until it shattered.

Her breath hitched in her throat, her chest tight. She grabbed her art supplies, grabbing a thick brush. She started painting, with the force, anger, and betrayal pouring through her strokes and into the canvas.