Gemotions

The world seemed muted, the colours drained. Everything felt further away. Liam stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. His eyes wouldn't focus. He felt a profound inner emptiness.

He had been told to seek help. He thought of his old school. The thought made his chest feel tight.

He eventually found the door. He knocked once, and it opened. It was Mrs. Davis's office. He stepped inside. The man behind the desk was a grown version of the kid who’d terrorized the playground. He remembered the many times he hid from this bully.

“Have a seat,” the man said, gesturing to a chair. Liam sank into it. He knew he wouldn't be able to speak.