Gemotions

The persistent, throbbing bass permeated the walls, shaking the very foundations of his small studio apartment. Marcus ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his agitated fingers. He felt a sharp pain in his back, a knot of tension that had been building for days.

He felt an urge to smash something. He was sick of everything. His jaw clenched as he considered his options. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the hammering in his chest. His hands clenched into fists, the nails digging into his palms.

He slammed his fist on the table, scattering the papers into disarray. He hated the constant intrusion. He felt a growing need to take control, to stop the noise. He turned for the door.