Gemotions

The chipped porcelain sink in the bathroom was the final straw. Daniel stared at it, his hands clenching into fists. He'd been looking forward to this trip, a chance to escape the city, but it was ruined. His sister, Sarah, was already prattling on about "preserving the history" of the place.

He slammed the cabinet door shut, the wood groaning in protest. He wanted to scream. Everything here was a relic, a reminder of a life he wanted nothing to do with.

He had promised himself to be patient, but the pressure was building in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He needed to get out of here. Right now.