Gemotions

Sarah slammed her laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in her otherwise quiet apartment. She pushed herself away from her desk, the chair screeching across the wooden floor. A coldness spread through her limbs, making her skin prickle. She paced the length of her living room, her hands clenched into fists. The words, *Sarah’s Secret Life: Uncensored* stared back at her from a news article she'd just read. How could someone do this?

A wave of nausea churned in her stomach. She needed air. She grabbed her coat, not bothering with the buttons, and fled the apartment, the stale air of the building immediately making her feel claustrophobic. The city, usually a source of comfort, suddenly felt hostile, its noise a constant assault on her ears. Every face she passed seemed to leer, to know.