Anxiety Attack Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

And I stopped, I just stopped like I was being hypnotized by him - by his voice, his face, the way he moved… What was going on? What the fuck? I was confused. My head was pounding, my body trembling uncontrollably, my hands starting to shake and sweat profusely. The panic was rising inside of me. There was no point fighting it anymore. If I stayed in my current situation any longer, I might have had a heart attack. My mind was running wild and I needed to calm the fuck down… I turned around, trying to get my bearings, trying to take control of my situation. I wanted to know what was happening.

Stars burst behind my eyes. I lie there for a second too long. Fear jolts me upright. I crawl beneath a freight car, curling into the narrow space, dirt soaking into my clothes. My body shakes uncontrollably now, teeth chattering, vision swimming. This is dangerous. Shock is dangerous. I press my forehead to the ground and breathe, slow and deliberate, counting again until the shaking eases just enough to function. Footsteps echo faintly nearby. Not close. Yet. I squeeze my eyes shut, every muscle locked tight, listening to my own heartbeat thunder in my ears.

Whether I'm in danger or not, I have no idea. This has got to stop. I want it to stop. But I can't. My body's not my own. I see my mom bleeding all over me and I'm shaking. Am I really shaking? I think I'm hyperventilating and I can't stop. It's not in my control and I hate it.

At the same time, I did not know how. Her condition was so bad that my heart started pounding. I got up from the sofa and hurried to the kitchen to get her some water. My hands were shaking so much that the water spilled out of the glass. When I came back, I saw her on the floor, struggling to breathe. The glass nearly slipped from my hand. I rushed to her and began rubbing her back. "You need to calm down," I uttered, giving her water, but she could barely open her mouth. She was having an anxiety attack. It seemed like she was unable to control her condition.

Everything around me started breaking, I can't believe I'm still breathing till now. The anxiety attack pulls In again and I see myself shaking, shaking visibly and my breath starts to hitch. "Lexy are you okay?", he asked staring at me. My lips are trembling, and I know it's more than visible. I swallowed hard willing to fight back, I won't break down in tears in front of this man I won't cry. "I don't want to see him, please", I said in a whisper, controlling the way I spoke was hard, it was evident that I was loosing it.

JAMES. “Chloe ,” I said with a trembling voice while holding her shaking body in my arms. She suddenly had a panic attack after looking at something on her phone. It had been 5 minutes and she’s still shaking. Each jerk of her body sending pangs to my chest. Why was she like this? I laid her on the bed and hugged her tightly, trailing soft kisses on her body and whispering sweet nothings into her ear to calm her down. It seemed to work as she had finally stopped shaking but was still unconscious with beads of sweat on her forehead.

I feel like I'm losing control. My whole body is shaking. Everyone's yelling and saying things that don't make any sense. "You marked her!" Jack screams at Brax, moving closer to him, never once taking the gun off him. "Oh god, my" mother cries. "SHUT UP!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, my hands covering my ears, but it's doing nothing. Everything is still so loud the house starts shaking, breaking around us, and car alarms going off outside. I keep repeating shut up over and over again, just wanting it all to stop.

My body started shaking uncontrollably, my breathing became uneven. “I can’t…” I cried. “I can’t do this…” My vision blurred, the room spun. I dropped the phone on the bed, my hands pressed to my head. “Stop…” I whispered weakly. Everything felt too much. The heat, the fear, and the pain. My body swayed when I tried to stand, I grabbed the edge of the bed, but it didn’t help. I felt like I was going to fall. “I feel…” I whispered. “I feel dizzy…”

Her hands clenched, her nails pressing into her palms. Alex watched her carefully. “Sarah,” he said gently but seriously. “You’re shaking.” He stepped half a pace closer, without touching her. “Are you having anxiety? An anxiety attack?” Sarah swallowed. Her throat felt dry, her eyes burned. She wanted to say no, wanted to deny everything the way she always did. But her body betrayed her—the subtle tremors she couldn’t stop, the breaths that came too fast. She gave a small nod, almost imperceptible.

Someone that all considered to be an eyesore. She took a deep breath and tried to stay strong. But soon she realized that she was at her limit now. She couldn’t hold those tears back anymore. The anxiety attack was just making it all worse. She got out of the chair suddenly and rushed out of the room. The chair fell back due to the sudden movement and everyone looked back. People stared in her direction, finding her weird while some laughed loudly.