Gemotions

A burning sensation began in Sam’s chest and spread outwards, making his skin feel too tight. The room, usually a comfortable space, now felt like a cage. His journal, exposed and vulnerable, lay on the desk. He glared at his roommate, David, who was currently engrossed in a video game, oblivious.

Sam grabbed his bag and started packing, his movements jerky and hurried. He tossed clothes into it, his face a thundercloud.

"I need to get out of here," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. He didn't even want to address the situation, he just needed to leave.