Gemotions

The world was too loud, too bright. The sudden splintering sound, followed by the crunch of impact, echoed the internal wreckage. John, alone in the house, felt the familiar knot tighten in his gut. The oak, a fixture for generations, now lay in ruin.

He stared at his reflection in the window, the image blurry, distant. The air felt heavy, pressing down on him. There was a dull ache behind his eyes. He wished he could just vanish, retreat to a place where the noise and the demands of the world couldn’t reach him.

The front door slammed, and a bellow of pain and frustration followed. John flinched at the sound, wanting to disappear.