Gemotions

Rain lashed against the dorm window, mimicking the frantic drumming in Amelia’s chest. She’d found the telltale sign: a slightly bent page in her journal, the corner almost imperceptible. A cold dread crept up her spine, tightening her throat. Her roommate, Sarah, was humming in the common area, oblivious. Amelia watched her, a knot forming in her stomach, the cheerful sound grating on her ears. Every shared laugh, every casual conversation now felt tainted, poisoned. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead, she retreated to her bed, pulling the covers over her head, wishing she could disappear.