Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in Daniel's hand, the receiver practically vibrating. He'd dialed the number out of sheer desperation, seeking help for his crippling insomnia. Then, the receptionist had mentioned the therapist's name: "Mr. Trevor Barnes." He almost dropped the phone. Trevor. The bully from high school. The one who had humiliated him, every day, relentlessly.

He felt a strange, cold pressure building in his chest, a sensation that made him want to bolt. His hand moved to hang up, but he stopped. The need for sleep was a relentless monster. He took a deep breath, the air tasting thin and metallic. He had to face him. He had no other choice.