Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the website mocked her. The article, her article, was live, but the name above the title was not hers. Her breath caught in her throat, a sharp, painful intake of air. She felt a sudden, burning heat flood her face.

She felt a desperate urge to run, to hide, to disappear. She stood abruptly, knocking over her chair. It clattered to the floor, the noise a deafening explosion in the sudden silence of the room. Her hands began to tremble.

She stumbled towards the door, unsure of where to go, but knowing she had to escape the suffocating confines of her own home. The world seemed suddenly dangerous, filled with shadows and unseen threats.