Anxiety Attack Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

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.

Like a bird’s heartbeat—frantic, unsteady, on the verge of collapse. Her wrist was ice-cold. The shivering started in her hands first, a soft, uneven tremor. Then, it spread. Up her arms. Into her shoulders. Her entire body started shaking. Uncontrolled. Violent. Her breath hitched, strangled and uneven, like she was trying to force air through lungs that refused to expand. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. I covered her eyes. Blocked out the world. Blocked out whatever was eating her alive.

I scrambled out feeling my panic begin to spread over this entire situation, I didn’t know why it was allowing me to panic so much but I couldn’t stop myself from shaking. Placing a white bandage around my hand, Alban inspects his work before looking at me, it was then he witnessed how close I was to experiencing a full-fledged panic attack, my breathing fast and my body beginning to shake. Stepping forward and placing hid hands on either side of my face, he pulled me closer as my lip quivered.

Taking a good look around, he answered the phone. "Your office is been raided at the moment, your driver and your guards are dead as we speak. They know where you are and are coming to the airport." The call ended. A hot surge of fear cut through his stomach, causing his stomach to rumble like a toad in heat. He was unable to breathe, his hands were uncontrollably shaking, and he was having an anxiety attack. He slid his hands into his pocket but it didn't stop so he rubbed his palms together, making them warm.

I'm panicking, nervous, and I can't control my emotions for now. I covered both my ears. That I don't want to hear anything. I don't know... I can't stop myself from being anxious now, with hallucinations in my brain. I don't know what to do next. I screamed with so much strength that I screamed with all my might that my whole body was shaking that I feel now. What is happening to me? I hear someone calling me. I was looking above the ceiling and I just felt someone hugging me, which made me cry and I was still struggling to breathe.

My whole body shakes, a feverish heat rolling under my skin, but it doesn’t matter, I need out. I claw at the doorknob, my fingers slipping as my vision blurs. “Open the fucking door! Jace, please! I need my meds! You don’t understand, I need them now!” My voice is desperate, cracking under the weight of my panic. My mind is a hurricane, my body vibrating with unbearable restlessness.

Marcellus Bonnie was shaking. Not the kind of shaking that came from cold. The kind that came from shock and from adrenaline and from the body's desperate attempt to process something the mind could not accept. She sat on the bathroom floor with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped around them and her eyes were wide and fixed on nothing. I could tell she was having a panic attack. I had been holding her for what felt like hours. The sirens had stopped. The shouting outside had faded. But she had not moved. She had not spoken. She had not done anything except breathe in short shallow gasps that sounded like they hurt.

The world would be better off. I get up off of my bed and walk to my door. I open the door and look out into the corridor. It is quiet. I walk across to the toilet open the door and quickly shut it behind me. I slowly approach the mirror. I stop and stare. Suddenly my heart starts racing, anxiety kicks in, I start to shake, my stomach feels like it’s doing somersaults and my mouth begins to twitch. I collapse onto the floor. I start to panic. Blood coming from my eyes and ears again. I knew what is happening so I let it happen.

Suddenly it felt like the tears had choked me and I forgot how to breathe properly. The tears clouded my vision, my hands started to shake uncontrollably, the tremors moved from my fingertips to all over my body, my head began spinning and I felt myself slip to the ground and then everything turned quiet and dark around me.

I clutch my head and an image of a big burly man runs to me in my head, but I’m covered in blood. “Little one.” I gasp and look around frantically. “Ana. What is it? Are you ok?” My chest heaves and my hands shake. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. “Shit. Ana, focus on me. Come on, deep breath in, and slowly out. You’re having a panic attack. Come on, breathe with me.” Zana has my face in her hands and I copy what she is doing and my heart begins to return to normal, but I’m still shaking.