Gemotions

The sun beat down on the cracked pavement as Jake unlocked the front door. The lock stuck, and he wrestled with it, teeth gritted, before finally forcing it open. The effort left him sweating. His sister, Jessica, was already inside, meticulously dusting a porcelain doll.

He hated this place. He hated the memories it held, the suffocating atmosphere of the past. He wanted to be anywhere else.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, his fingers clenching into fists. He watched Jessica's careful movements, the tension rising in his chest with each passing second. He wanted to scream.