Gemotions

He bit his lip, his teeth digging into the flesh. The music's insistent beat was like a physical blow. He glanced at the half-finished crossword puzzle on the table, the words mocking him with their illegibility. He wanted to scream.

He rose from his chair, a sudden rush of blood to his head. He needed to do something, anything, to make the noise stop. He grabbed the remote and turned up the volume on his own television, an act of futile defiance. The tension in his shoulders tightened.