Gemotions

"Oh, *hell* no," Sarah muttered, scrolling through the comments section of the online article. They were brutal, dissecting her teenage angst with a cruel precision. Her jaw tightened, her knuckles going white as she gripped her phone. She felt a burning need to defend herself, to lash out. Her leg bounced, a rapid, involuntary motion.

The walls of her apartment suddenly felt like they were closing in. Her breath quickened. The silence in the room felt oppressive, heavy. She jumped up, pacing the small living room. She felt a need to scream, to shatter the quiet.

Her eyes landed on her keys. She decided to go for a drive. She needed to feel the road beneath her wheels, to feel the wind in her hair.