Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt. Elias stared at the screen, the accusations against his hero, Silas Blackwood, a bitter pill to swallow. His favorite book. The one that had inspired him to become a writer. Now, it was all tainted, a lie. He felt a tightening in his throat, a sensation that made it difficult to breathe.

He slammed his fist on the table, startling the cat that was curled at his feet. It hissed and darted away. Good. He hated everything right now. He felt a need to punish something, anything. He stood, his movements jerky, and began clearing the table with brutal efficiency, pushing everything into a heap.

He went to the window, staring at the street below. He felt a tremor in his hands. He wanted to scream, to lash out. He wanted to ruin Blackwood’s life, to make him understand the pain. The thought gave him a twisted pleasure.