Gemotions

He grabbed the nearest object, a baseball bat, and swung it with all his might. The wood connected with the punching bag, sending it swinging back and forth with a thud. He continued, each swing fueled by frustration, until his arms ached and his breath came in ragged gasps.

He had expected to excel, to demonstrate his worth. Now, he was left with nothing but a void. He kicked the bag, then fell to the floor, exhausted, the taste of metallic blood filling his mouth.