Gemotions

The worst part, for Liam, was the anonymity. He couldn’t confront the person who’d leaked his diary; he didn’t even know who they were. It was a faceless tormentor, hiding behind a screen, exposing his vulnerabilities. He felt powerless, trapped.

He walked through the park, head down, barely registering the sunlight. The trees, usually a source of comfort, now seemed to leer at him. His phone buzzed in his pocket. A new notification. He ignored it. He was tired of being hunted.

He stopped, kicking at a stone. He imagined the perpetrator, whoever they were, smirking behind their computer screen. He wanted to rip the internet apart. He wanted revenge, not in a grand way, but a quiet, satisfying punishment, he knew he would never get.