Gemotions

The wallpaper in the dining room, faded roses on a cream background, seemed to scrutinize Amelia. She ran a hand over the cool, peeling surface, a chill skittering down her spine. A sudden gust of wind rattled the windows, making her jump. She found herself clutching her chest. Her sister, Clara, was at the garden, but Amelia couldn't bring herself to go outside. The vastness of the garden, the silence of the house…it was too much. The feeling in her gut tightened, like a cold fist. She wanted to bolt, to escape the suffocating quiet.