Gemotions

The hammering was relentless. Sarah’s hands, normally soft from years spent typing, felt like granite. It was all she could do to keep from screaming. That obnoxious couple, the Millers, were at it again, ripping and tearing, oblivious to the world outside their precious little bubble.

She glared at the wall separating her bedroom from their chaos. She knew where the water main shut-off valve was. Just a small, insignificant adjustment. Nothing that would cause any real damage, of course. Just a little inconvenience.

Her breath hitched in anticipation. The world felt quiet, for the first time all day.