Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Marcus spat, his voice laced with venom. He crushed the empty soda can in his hand, the metal groaning under the pressure. The title, "Marcus's Messy Mind: A Teenager's Truth," seemed to taunt him. He'd never felt so exposed.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The words, his private thoughts, were splashed across the internet. He could almost feel the weight of every judgmental eye, every whispered comment. It was a violation.

He wanted to scream. Instead, he forced himself to breathe, attempting to clear his head. He knew he had to react. He just didn't know how.