Gemotions

A coldness settled in my stomach. It felt like a stone, heavy and dense. I scrolled through the notification, my fingers trembling slightly. It was from Ashley Bellweather. The girl who used to delight in making my life a living hell.

My vision blurred momentarily. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the images that flooded my mind: the cruel laughter, the whispers in the hallway, the feeling of being utterly and completely alone. The screen swam before my eyes.

My throat constricted, making it difficult to swallow. My hands had curled into fists. I felt a surge of adrenaline, a primal urge to flee, to disappear. The silence of my apartment seemed to press in on me, suffocating. I switched off the laptop and ran to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face.