Gemotions

"No," I whispered, staring at the paper. My fingers were numb. The world seemed to tilt. I felt a sudden urge to run, to escape the confines of this small apartment. I needed to breathe, to think, to find a solution.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I paced back and forth, the worn carpet offering little comfort. I had to do something, anything, but my mind was a blank slate.

The walls seemed to be closing in, trapping me in a suffocating embrace. I felt like I was drowning, gasping for air. I had no idea what to do.