Gemotions

"No, no, no," she whispered, shaking her head. The request glowed on her phone. *David Lee*. The boy who’d locked her in the locker room. She felt a cold wave wash over her, a chill that had nothing to do with the thermostat. She took a step back, as if physically retreating from the screen.

She sat heavily on the bed, her legs suddenly weak. The room seemed to tilt, the familiar furniture morphing into grotesque shapes. She felt the sudden need to scream.

She fumbled for her phone and quickly opened Instagram. The vibrant colors and curated images were a sharp contrast to the grey pallor that had descended on her world. She mindlessly scrolled. It didn't help.