Gemotions

The email from her mother had been the first clue. Then came the phone calls, the texts, all filled with thinly veiled concern. Now, scrolling through the comments section, she understood. Her diary, a repository of teenage drama and heartbreak, had been unearthed and published. She felt a wave of shame wash over her, a hot flush that started in her neck and crept up her face. She felt an urge to disappear, to vanish into the anonymity of the internet itself. She sat there, numb, the screen reflecting her own devastated expression.