Gemotions

The old house creaked around her, a constant reminder of its age and history. A friend request. From David. The boy who once made her life unbearable with his constant teasing. A cold wave rolled over her, chilling her to the bone.

She paced the length of the living room, the floorboards groaning under her weight. The walls seemed to be closing in, the air thick with the ghosts of the past. She wanted desperately to go outside, to feel the wind on her face, but she felt anchored to this spot.

She couldn't move. She was a statue, forever still.