Gemotions

The overhead fluorescent lights in Liam’s apartment buzzed incessantly, a sound that grated on his nerves. He scrolled through his feed, the request from Scott "The Skull" Simpson sitting starkly amongst the other notifications. He felt his eyelids droop, a sensation that had become increasingly common lately.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off the throbbing headache that had taken root behind his eyes. The world seemed to be closing in around him.

He slammed his laptop shut, the abrupt action making him jump slightly. He needed to be alone, in a quiet, dark place. He couldn't be dealing with any of this now.