Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the blood draining from his face. A cold wave swept over him, leaving him shaky. His journal, his sanctuary of teenage angst, now exposed for the world to scrutinize. He wanted to scream, to lash out, but his throat was locked. He felt trapped in a dream, one where every embarrassing thought and insecurity was amplified for global consumption.

He stumbled backwards, knocking over his chair. The metallic clang echoed in the sudden quiet of his study. He couldn't breathe, each breath shallow and ragged. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror. He wanted to escape, to disappear.

The walls seemed to be closing in, the comfortable space now suffocating. He clawed at his collar, desperate for air. He had to get out, he *had* to. Grabbing his coat, he bolted from the house, leaving the digital nightmare behind.