Gemotions

He stared at the drawing, a piece of paper clutched tightly in his trembling hand. It depicted a creature with oversized ears and a perpetually surprised expression. He recognized it immediately. "Binky." His imaginary companion.

He sat on the edge of the child-sized chair, his hands shaking so violently he had to place them in his lap to stop the movement. It was a peculiar sensation, like he was standing on shifting ground. The image on the paper seemed to pulsate, as if mocking him.

His sister, Jessica, walked into the room, a concerned look on her face. "Ethan, are you alright? You look pale." He swallowed hard, trying to form a coherent sentence, but his throat had suddenly closed.