Gemotions

The world felt muted to Sarah. Colors seemed less vibrant, sounds less clear. She dragged herself through her days, a sleepwalking automaton. Evenings were spent staring at the flickering television screen, the images washing over her without leaving a trace. Her life felt like a poorly written novel.

Her doctor had recommended therapy. A new practice had opened down the street, and she finally booked an appointment. Waiting in the hallway, she heard a familiar voice. A voice from her past, a voice she’d tried so hard to erase from her memory. "Sarah? Come on in." It was Kevin, the boy who'd made her school years an ongoing nightmare. A wave of dread washed over her, chilling her to the bone.