Gemotions

The world outside the window was a riot of color, but all Eliza could see was gray. She stood in her kitchen, staring at the overflowing trash can. She hadn't been able to bring herself to take it out. Or anything else, really.

Her sister, Sarah, told her about it. Brad was now a therapist, and apparently a very good one. Eliza remembered the playground, the taunts, the constant fear. It had been years, but the memory was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

She felt a strange mixture of anger and sadness, a bitter cocktail she couldn't seem to swallow. The world just kept turning.