Gemotions

The air inside was thick with the scent of mothballs and something else—something indefinable, a ghost of her grandmother's presence. Amelia stumbled into the living room, her vision blurring. She felt like she was trapped in a funhouse mirror, everything distorted and unreal.

Her brother, David, was already rummaging through a drawer, muttering about legal documents. Amelia wanted to scream, to lash out. She felt a furious buzzing in her ears.

The floorboards groaned under her weight, each creak echoing the frantic rhythm of her heart. She couldn't stop pacing, her hands twisting and untwisting in front of her. The floral wallpaper swam before her eyes.

She had to get out, she had to get away from this suffocating atmosphere. She didn’t recognise the person in the mirror. She whispered, "This can't be happening."