Gemotions

The email arrived late at night, a digital whisper. It was from David, the boy who had relentlessly teased him for his stutter. He deleted it without opening it, but the unease lingered. His sleep was filled with fragmented images, David's sneering face, the echoing laughter of classmates. He tossed and turned, the sheets tangled around his legs.

He woke up in a sweat, his heart pounding. The morning light seemed too bright, the world too loud. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, judged. He skipped his morning run, the usual feeling of freedom replaced by a sense of vulnerability. He pulled the curtains closed, seeking refuge in the darkness, but his mind refused to be silenced.