Gemotions

The headache was relentless, a throbbing behind her eyes. It was the fence, of course. The infernal fence. It sat there, a crude, ugly barrier, separating her from the world.

She paced her living room, her movements jerky and erratic. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She wanted to shatter something, to destroy everything.

She sank into a chair, her hands clenched in her lap. The tears came, hot and bitter, and she let them flow. She would show them all. She would.