Bubbling Feeling In Chest No Pain Novels & Stories

But most of all the pain was centered around my heart. It felt like there was a dead weight on my chest, compressing me so much that I could barely breathe. It was a struggle to draw in even a single breath. It took me a while to deduce that what I felt was not physical pain. What I felt was a thousand times worse.

I need to breathe. I explode from the water, spraying droplets everywhere. I fill my lungs with the sweet, life-giving air. The pleasure boat I fell from is close, but it's not getting closer. I fight the panic rising up in my chest. A ringing in my ears starts. My chest feels like it's on fire and about to explode. My breath comes out in a rush, replacing the life-giving oxygen with heavy water. As I see the bubbles rise, I know I'm done for my lungs to burn. I clamped my mouth shut to try to kick my legs. The urge to breathe is unbearable. My chest's going to explode. No No...

How could I have been so blind to not see it all the while? Suddenly, I began to feel extreme pains in my chest. It felt like my heart was being pulled out its confines. "Oh no!" I heard that familiar voice in my head, but was too confused to tell what was going on. All I could feel was the burning and pricking sensation in my chest.

My breathing had become heavy with my heart pounding fast. My arms were trembling and there was some kind of bizarre uproar in my belly. No, it wasn't butterflies in my belly. I could feel a rumbling and churning in my guts but it also definitely didn't seem like hunger. Or maybe it was hunger after all, hunger for something that's not food.

Just like that. I sob once and bite my lip hard to stop more. Mom lifts her head and scans me fast. My face. My chest. My hands. “You warned us,” she says quietly. “I did not see it,” I whisper. “I just felt it coming.” “That is enough,” she says, and she presses her forehead to mine for one second. After that, nothing feels right. Even when everything looks normal, my chest keeps buzzing. Like static. People rush past. Voices shout. Feet pound the floor.