Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the rhythm of Elena’s heart. She paced the cramped hallway, listening to the muffled conversation coming from the bedroom. Another call. Another closed door. The feeling of being trapped grew with each passing minute. She felt a kind of hollowness, a desert inside. Each morning felt the same as the last, a loop. She felt as though she was being swallowed whole. She wanted to run, to scream, but found herself frozen, tethered to the spot.