Bubbling Feeling In Chest No Pain Novels & Stories

It was always followed immediately by an uncomfortable burning in her chest as well, and Eleanor, now used to the signs, was now dreading the feeling. Immediately she had that thought, she gasped and tensed. Her chest was truly in pain now. Her hand left her shoulder and immediately came to rub at her chest, in the most unobtrusive way possible, so as not to catch their teacher's attention. But it was no matter to Eleanor, who now blended into the background, in a way that she could not explain. “Damn it,” she muttered, bending over with a gasp as the burning sensation in her chest only intensified. Why was this happening now, all of a sudden?

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.