Breathless Ana Novels & Stories

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.

Then suddenly, my breath got shallow. My hands shook uncontrollably, my breaths coming in short, shallow gasps that did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, each one a testament to the panic that gripped my heart. "Focus on your breathing, Aria." Amelia’s voice was gentle. "Inhale slowly through your nose. Feel the air fill your lungs." I tried to follow her instructions, but each breath felt like a struggle against an invisible force squeezing my chest tighter and tighter. I couldn't seem to catch my breath.

The gasps coming from me sounded horrible and fear made me panic harder, and panicking made it harder to breathe. Strong arms encircled me and held my shoulder, a distant voice speaking very calmly and instructing me to inhale. I was still gasping, my fingers white from fisting too hard while a soothing hand landed on my chest, and I could hear the word, “Breathe.” Being repeated rhythmically and in what felt like hours, cool, fresh air rushed into my lungs and my gasping ceased.

Alpha Killian inches closer to me, places both hands on my shoulders and stares at me dead in my eyes. “Do you need more water before you commence?” “No, I’m good.” I say, breathing hard from nervousness. One lap in ten minutes. Is that even possible for me? “Alright then. What you have to do is close your mouth, breathe through your nostrils only and keep your mind focused on the goal which is one lap in ten minutes. No matter how tempted you are, no matter how much it hurts, do not open your mouth and breathe through it. Nostrils only. That’s how you increase your respiratory and oxygen capacity. Do you understand?”

he says. His voice is different now. It's softer, and I hate that I notice it. “Breathe.” I let out a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling too fast, too uneven. “I am breathing,” I snap, even though I clearly… I am not doing it properly. His gaze sharpens slightly. “No, you’re panicking.” “I’m not panicking,” I insist. “You are,” he says calmly. “And you’re about two seconds away from passing out.”

I wanted to scream, still coughing I fall off the bench my hands clutched my shirt in the chest area as it felt like it was going to explode soon. "You okay dear?" A voice asked Without raising my head I shook my head rapidly. "no I'm not fine, I'm not okay," I cried out. The person helped me back on to a chair before asking if there was someone I could call, I nodded my head and asked her to check the pocket of my jeans which she did, I asked her to call Caleb and as instructed she did.

They has always portrayed their strong and powerful image in front of everyone but today's incident ruined everything. Alejandro's breathing was shortening and he couldn't breathe at a time. He tried to inhale huge amount of air in his lungs but failed to do so and Emiliano also started panicking because he never got triggered this much and he didn't know what to do anymore. He clutching his hair frustratingly because he couldn't call any doctor in something like this situation. "E-E-Emi he can't breathe." Vanessa sobbed out trying to warm up Alejandro by rubbing his arm continuously.

he asked again patiently. Nora couldn’t speak, couldn’t swallow past the knot that had twisted up in her throat. She somehow managed a trembling nod instead. “That’s good. You’re having a panic attack, Nora,” Liam explained quietly, and leaned close to her ear. “You’re hyperventilating right now. That’s why your chest hurts. You’re inhaling and forgetting to exhale. Why don’t you try that, hm? Close your eyes and focus on your breathing.” Nora obeyed.

I could feel my heartbeat slowly calm down but I was still having a hard time breathing. “Respira nena. Respirar… (Breath child. Breath…) Está ben. Estamos aquí. Nada che vai facer dano. (It’s okay. We are here. Nothing is going to hurt you.)” I could feel my breathing finally get under control and the panic I was experiencing slowly disappear along with the voice that was in my head.

As soon as I was exposed to these sounds, I became aware that my entire body had started to shake, and I instantly bowed down while clutching my head. The respondent's response was "No, stop it, I did not do anything," after which the speaker cut off further interaction with the audience. Pay great attention to what I have to say, since the preceding statement is not true, and I would like for you to cease making it. My chest started to shake more, and I noticed that it was getting more difficult to breathe as time went on. I also became aware that it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to breathe. Oxygenation by aerobic respiration... Without a shadow of a doubt... If I don't have ac