Gemotions

The house felt too quiet, the silence amplifying every creak and groan. Sarah kept seeing the crime scene photos in her mind, the images seared into her memory. The bloodstains, the broken furniture, the empty space where a life had been. She felt a profound sense of wrongness, like a dissonance within her very being.

She wandered aimlessly through the rooms, touching the walls, as if seeking some kind of reassurance. She stopped in the living room, her eyes fixated on the fireplace. She imagined a fire, a cleansing flame, hoping the heat would burn away the unsettling memories.

She picked up the phone, her hand wavering as she dialed her therapist’s number. She needed to talk, to unload the weight pressing down on her chest.