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Isabella The weight of unease settled heavily upon my shoulders, pressing down with an oppressive force that seemed to suffocate me. My thoughts swirled in a tumultuous whirlwind of fear and uncertainty, as I grappled with the harsh reality of the danger that lurked just beyond the safety of our home.

It’s like I’ve been buried alive. The air feels heavier now, the walls pressing in on me like a living thing. My clothes cling to my body, damp with sweat and dirt. My hands are coated in grime, heavy and rough from the endless scratching and pounding against the walls. I feel disgusting, like the filth of this place has seeped into my skin.

SERENA'S POV The air turns heavier with every breath I take. It doesn't just press on my chest—it crushes it with the weight of impending doom. Like trying to breathe through viscous tar. Thick. Suffocating. Oppressive. Every labored inhale feels like it might be the last, my lungs straining against an invisible force that seeks to silence me forever.

The dizziness Theresia experienced was so intense, it felt as if a large boulder had fallen on her head. In her helplessness, Theresia cried silently. Crystal chunks melted through her eyes. The woman hated her helpless self so much. Her two eyes stared at Jonathan and Edmund as if begging for help. But her words were stuck in her throat; not a single word escaped her lips, which were polished with bright red lipstick. "Can you speed this car up?" asked Edmund as he massaged his throbbing temple. This time the man's voice rose slightly; his wife's current condition made his head feel like it was going to explode.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his grip, a physical manifestation of the turmoil raging within. The room felt stifling, suffocating, as if the air had become heavy with the weight of their hopes and fears. Darren's mind was a tempest of thoughts, his heart a battleground of conflicting emotions. He struggled to find a sense of calm amidst the storm, desperately grasping for any semblance of reassurance.

I wasn’t sure if I liked it since I have tried so hard throughout my life to not be so transparent to others. “Something doesn’t feel right, I can’t explain it. All I know is it feels like something is seriously wrong or about to go wrong. The best way I can describe what I am feeling is that it almost feels as if there is a heavyweight on my chest, making it feel as if it is difficult to breathe.” I explained.

And a fragile, uneasy truce. I dropped onto the couch like all the air had been knocked out of me, legs loose, head sinking into the back cushion. The cheap fabric rasped against my hair, a minor discomfort I barely registered. The weight of the day pressed into my shoulders, thick and sticky, a physical burden I couldn't shrug off. The ever-present hum of Adam’s voice somewhere in my chest, left me feeling stretched thin—like a single wire pulled too tight, ready to snap with the slightest breeze.

I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me, suffocating me.

Diana I clench my jaw and turn to fix my gaze on the witch. I continue trying to move closer, but the invisible weight pressing down on me grows heavier with each attempt. It feels like the very air has turned solid around me, like I'm trying to move through liquid concrete. My muscles strain and burn with the effort, but I manage only inches at a time. Then my knees start to buckle.

Gravity must be ten times the normal because I couldn't even lift my arms up. My whole back felt like they were hammered by a baseball bat a hundred times over. The only difference is I don't have crushed bones, but it felt like it. Well, not really. I've never been hammered by a bat before. I stared at the ceiling as two of my bunkmates entered.