Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in David's mouth. He had woken up with a headache, and his already hectic schedule just felt more difficult. The notification beeped. From Craig "Crusher" Carter. David's jaw clenched.

He looked around the empty apartment, and felt the familiar pressure in his chest. A sudden, sharp memory of being cornered, his backpack ripped open and books strewn all over the muddy school grounds. He could almost feel the cold wind on his skin.

He slammed his mug on the table and stood up. He decided to leave the apartment, to walk anywhere, just to escape the feeling that was eating him alive. He had to breathe.