Gemotions

She sat in her favorite armchair, a book open on her lap, although she wasn't reading it. A friend request. From the bully, the instigator of all her childhood woes. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. She could almost feel the weight of her backpack, the familiar ache of her legs from the walk home.

The vibrant colours of the present seemed to dim, replaced by the muted tones of the past. The echoes of school hallways, the clatter of the cafeteria, the incessant drone of gossip. She was back in the school hallways. He was back in her thoughts.

She remembered the feeling of being small, insignificant, invisible. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the memories. She opened her eyes. The world seemed different somehow. She was seeing through the eyes of her younger self. She closed the request. She needed some air.