Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening. David avoided his family, hiding away in his old bedroom. He felt the phantom ache of the pressure building in his head. He spent most of his time staring at the ceiling, replaying every mistake he’d ever made. He knew he was a disappointment, a burden.

He heard his mother calling him for dinner. He ignored it. He was incapable of facing them. He knew the concern he would see in their eyes, the unspoken question of his future. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to eat, and he certainly didn't want to feel.

He pulled the covers over his head and squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe if he just stayed here long enough he would disappear.