Bubbling Feeling In Chest No Pain Novels & Stories

I look anywhere to the edge of my eye. There! Finally a bubble! And it's pretty big too! I remove my hands from my ears and went straight swimming to the bubble. The distance between us is so short because it's just in front of me. Even with that distance, this gigantic bubble is barely visible from the human eyes. The bubble started sucking me as soon as I touched it. *huff huff huff" It was a hellish experience. I grasp my right chest as I hold it tightly. My left chest is expanding and shrinking because I am breathing deeply but my right chest doesn't.

My chest tightens by the second despite how hard I’m trying, and it feels as though I can’t breathe. "I can’t– I…" "Jesus, Elizabeth." I let go of one of her hands to rub my chest. Why does this hurt so much? Why can’t I breathe? Why can I feel the air leaving my lungs? Is that my throat closing up? Why am I– am I about to pass out? Why should I–

How was I able to read his emotions like that? I turned away from the door, trying to steady my breathing. That’s when it hit me—a dull, throbbing ache in my chest. At first, I thought it was just anxiety, but it didn’t feel right. It wasn’t sharp, like a heart attack, but it was insistent, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I pressed a hand to my chest, frowning. “What the hell…?” The ache deepened, spreading outwards until it felt like my entire body was racked with an unusual energy. My knees wobbled, and I grabbed onto the edge of a nearby table for support.

I rub my chest when I feel an unfamiliar pain starting in my lower stomach and pushing its way up to my heart. I pull my eyes from them, not wanting to witness their kissing scene. My eyes land on Xavier, he had a frown on his face and was rubbing his chest just like I was. As if he was also feeling the same pain.

I felt an ache in my chest. What is wrong with me?

Too much and none of it is good. My phone has been vibrating for hours, I've been waiting for them to open the gates so I can get on that fucking plane and get the hell out of here. I almost feel like the air is too much, breathing is too much, my lungs feel like they can't handle it anymore, as if they were about to burst. Even my fucking finger tips were hurting. I don't understand, how come feeling empty hurts so fucking much? I feel numb but at the same time I feel this immense pressure in my chest and I just--

My chest felt tight, like something inside me was pulling inward instead of expanding. Unstable. I gritted my teeth and pushed myself away from the door. One step. My foot touched the stone floor softly, but the sound felt too loud in my ears. My heart leapt too fast, slamming against my ribs as if it were trying to escape. Heat spread through my chest, sudden and sharp, blooming where something should have been anchored. I stopped. My breath caught halfway in, trapped and useless. Something was wrong. The room felt heavier, pressing down on me from all sides.

Frantically, I reached up and began vigorously rubbing my hands against my neck, desperate for relief. Gasping for air, my stomach clenched in agony. The pressure in my chest was unbearable, a searing pain that seemed to squeeze the life out of me. I pressed a trembling hand against my fiery chest, hoping to ease the torment, but to no avail. Nothing ever seemed to work, no matter how hard I tried.

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?

she whispered over and over until her breathing slowed. After several minutes, the tightness in her chest faded. She exhaled shakily. “Geez,” she muttered, pressing her palm against her heart. “I really need to control my emotions.” She had noticed this strange condition days ago. Whenever she got angry, scared, or startled, her chest would twist painfully—like something inside was trying to burst free but couldn’t. Yet, when she worked all day, scrubbing floors or doing chores, she felt fine. Only her emotions seemed to trigger it.