Gemotions

Her vision blurred slightly as she read the complaint. A tremor ran through her, starting in her fingers and spreading upwards, making her fingertips tingle. "The volume of music," it read, "is disruptive." Disruptive! After the day she’d had.

Her breath hitched. She ripped the notice from the door, her knuckles white. She crumpled it, squeezed it tight, then flung it across the room. It landed near her bookshelf.

She picked up the phone, her hand shaking so badly she almost dropped it. She needed to say something. The words were a torrent she couldn't control.