Gemotions

The pulsating bass was a relentless hammer blow against her temples, each thud echoing inside her skull. She wanted to scream, but the sound was trapped in her throat. Her body felt leaden, rooted to the spot.

The neighbor's furious tirade was a distant buzz, the words indistinguishable, just noise. The floor felt cold beneath her feet. She was not prepared for this.

She watched, unmoving, as the neighbor continued to vent. She knew she should do something, but the world seemed impossibly distant.