Gemotions

He felt a cold wave wash over him as he read the published excerpts. The raw, unfiltered voice of his teenage self was a stranger, yet intimately familiar. The publisher, a young woman with an overly friendly profile picture, seemed to have taken his vulnerability and weaponized it.

He knew a friend of a friend who was a hacker. He carefully crafted an email, explaining the situation in detail, emphasizing the gross invasion of his privacy. He laid out his request, outlining the necessary steps. He wanted his diary removed, and he wanted the publisher’s life to be, briefly, a living hell.