Gemotions

He had woken up to the notifications: a cascade of emails and messages. Now, standing in his kitchen, John examined the screen that displayed the offending page. The title: "John's Juvenile Journal: The Truth Revealed."

He felt a deep sense of disorientation. He stumbled backward, his legs suddenly weak. He looked down at his hands, as if they belonged to someone else. He felt a weird, unsettling feeling, as if his world was being turned upside down.

He walked over to the kitchen counter and leaned against it, resting his weight on it. He reached out and touched his face. His skin felt cold.