Gemotions

He hadn't slept well in days. Now, the empty space on the gravel drive where his van used to be confirmed his worst fears. The mechanic told him it was a mistake. But what if it wasn't? What if they were coming for him?

His pulse hammered in his ears. He looked around wildly. He felt as if something big, something malevolent, was lurking in the shadows. He’d locked the doors, blocked the windows, but it didn't feel like enough.

He felt the prickle of paranoia, a tightening in his chest. His sanctuary, his safe place, felt like it had been violated. He wanted to scream. He was alone, and he was defenseless.