Gemotions

The world was glass. Chloe saw the follow request from her biology teacher, Dr. Lee. The sunlight streaming through her window seemed too bright, too revealing. She shut the blinds.

Every notification was a threat. Every text message felt like an interrogation. She imagined Dr. Lee’s eyes dissecting her life, judging her choices. The thought of a comment on one of her photos filled her with dread.

She stopped posting altogether. She began to filter her friends, questioning their loyalty. Even her own reflection seemed to be judging her, her face unfamiliar, distorted by anxiety. Her bedroom, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison.