Gemotions

“No, no, NO!” Claire screamed, slamming her fist on the table. The sound jolted her, but it did nothing to quell the internal tempest that was raging within her. She was supposed to be celebrating! Instead, she was staring at two party invites, each one a dagger to her carefully constructed happiness. Her chest felt constricted, as though a heavy weight had settled upon it.

She ripped the invitations in half, then crumpled the pieces into tight balls. She threw them across the room. She began to pace, her steps quick and shallow, her eyes darting from object to object as if looking for something to blame. She ran her hands through her hair, tugging at the strands until she winced.

She wanted to laugh, to cry, to break something. She felt a surge of energy, a frantic desire to escape this reality. Her throat felt tight, and she couldn't seem to swallow.