Gemotions

The tiny apartment felt impossibly small. The rhythmic drumming upstairs was a relentless torment. Liam curled up on the bed, pulling the covers over his head. The darkness offered little respite.

He could feel the vibrations resonating through the mattress, a constant tremor in his bones. His heart pounded against his ribs. He imagined the neighbor, Mrs. Rodriguez, her face etched with that familiar look of disdain.

He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could stop the world from spinning. He desperately wanted the noise to cease, but even the thought of speaking to her made him feel profoundly ill at ease.