Dada Terasa Berat Dan Tertekan Novels & Stories

Zade Everything feels slow and distant, like I’m wrapped in thick, suffocating layers, and each layer presses down on me with a weight I can barely fight. I don’t know where I am; there was only darkness before, and I had welcomed it. Now, somehow, I’m hovering at the edge of something, voices trickling in, soft and muffled, like they’re coming from the other side of a wall. Hands press against me—steady, warm, firm—and some part of me wants to push them off, but I can’t. My body is too heavy, too unresponsive.

Alethea My eyes feel heavy, as though they’re weighed down by unseen forces. Each time I try to open them, something drags me back into a suffocating abyss of darkness. It feels like I’m floating in a void. I try to lift my hand, but it’s as if it’s made of iron, heavy, and immovable. The effort is excruciating like fire surging through my veins. Desperate to break free, I force myself to move a single finger. Pain ripples through me, but then, faintly, I hear a voice. It's distant, and muffled, with no clarity.

Teresa Is this the pressure my father and Derrick used to face at council meetings? Predatory, hauntingly chilling to make your spine shoot up as if you’re sitting on a pot of steaming water. As large as the room was, it felt surprisingly small, closing down on me by the growing second. Drawing deep breaths was taboo because not only did the hot air dry my throat, but sharp strokes of pain accompanied my ribs whenever my lungs expanded.

Jude left the office, and the moment the door clicked shut behind her, I felt the weight of everything pressing down on my shoulders like a physical thing. My jaw was clenched so tight, the muscle in my cheeks were jumping with a tension that refused to let go. We were running out of time, I could feel it deep in my bones. It was like a bell going off in my head, prompting me to run quickly, faster.

Going home right away wasn’t an option, not when the suffocating, awkward atmosphere there would only worsen my mood. My head throbbed painfully, and I felt as though I was teetering on the edge of losing control entirely. Everything was just… too much. It was all piling up, threatening to crush me under its weight. My chest felt heavy, and my thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, frustration, and exhaustion.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ What is that? My eyebrows furrow in the dim light that seems to be streaming in from an unknown source. It weighs heavy on me, as though light can actually put pressure on anything. Nausea. I’m so nauseous. Ugh. I feel gross. Why the hell are my feet clammy?!

What could be better? A weight pressed down on my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. My eyes felt incredibly thick and heavy, and it took all I have to force them open. When I looked down, I found a leather strap across my chest, anchoring me to the cool, metal table beneath me. My whole body was tied down, unable to move. I tried to struggle, but my limbs felt like dead weight, and every movement was like trying to swink through molasses.

Jessi put on a smile and used a chipper tone. "Not really, but thanks for being my shock absorber." Shock absorber? "Why? What's up?" "I'm experiencing symptoms." Kel scoffed and crossed her slim arms below her rather flat chest. Her white blouse and slouching posture at the moment made her look skinnier. "Symptoms of what?" Jessi muttered, growing more curious by the second. "Fatigue, nausea, drowsiness at work, my breasts hurt like a bitch. Whole shebang." Kel snickered. "Pun not intended."