Gemotions

The drive home was a blur. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles ached, his vision narrowed, focusing on the road ahead like a tunnel. Every light, every passing car, every billboard was an obstacle, an annoyance. The radio was blaring, a cheerful pop song, and he reached out to smash it.

He slammed the car into park when he got home. The sudden motion caused his head to throb. The house seemed too quiet, too empty. His family's faces, full of love and worry, were a burden. He couldn’t face them.

He slammed the door to his room, the sound echoing through the house. He threw himself onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow, wanting to scream into the fabric. The sting in his eyes surprised him, the emotions he didn't want to feel.