Gemotions

"No, no, no," Chloe whispered, her voice barely audible. Her stomach felt like it was doing somersaults. The comments section of the website blurred, a dizzying collection of cruel laughter and incredulous disbelief. She felt a burning heat flood her cheeks, spreading down her neck. Her fingers, usually nimble and quick on her phone, were suddenly clumsy, fumbling as she tried to close the browser. She stared at the screen, unable to move. She felt paralyzed, anchored to her chair by an unseen force, unable to escape the digital exposure.