Gemotions

The silence in his dorm room was deafening. Kevin kept expecting his phone to ring, for a professor to show up. He felt as though he was waiting to be called into a game where he wasn’t sure of the rules. The essay, the alleged plagiarism, the possible expulsion - the consequences swam in his awareness.

He found himself staring at his reflection in the window, seeing a stranger. His eyes, usually bright, were dull, lacking focus. He dragged a hand across his face, not feeling the texture of his skin.

He felt like a puppet. He knew the strings were there. He just didn't want to move.