Gemotions

The chipped paint on the dorm room door seemed to mock Sarah’s every entry. She just wanted to be somewhere else. The weight of the world felt heavy on her shoulders. She trudged inside, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and forget the day. Her journal was on her roommate’s desk, exposed to the world.

She walked towards her, barely able to speak. “Why?” Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. Her roommate, Jess, wouldn’t look at her, a nervous tic in her eye. Sarah felt a crushing defeat, like a balloon slowly deflating. Everything felt pointless.