Gemotions

The banging seemed to echo in her bones. The constant percussion. The relentless assault on her senses. Amelia felt a surge of heat rush through her, a wave of pure, unfiltered panic. She clutched at her throat, as if she was suffocating.

She stood in the center of her living room, her eyes darting from one object to another. The familiar furniture, the comforting artwork, seemed to mock her. The world was spinning. She felt a desperate urge to scream, to lash out, to destroy something.

She grabbed a vase off the table, the ceramic cold and smooth in her trembling hands. She brought it up, ready to hurl it at the wall. But stopped.