Gemotions

The pencil snapped in her grip, a sharp, cracking sound that echoed in the quiet room. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest aching. She felt a cold dread creep through her veins. The picture in front of her, the drawings her nephew had made, featured a perfectly rendered creature that looked just like her imaginary friend, Whispers. A shiver ran down her spine.

She felt a desperate need to tear the drawing apart, to obliterate the evidence of this unsettling connection. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her vision blurred, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. She needed to leave, to get away, to escape the suffocating weight of this terrifying revelation.