Dada Terasa Berat Dan Tertekan Novels & Stories

My entire body feels heavy and sore, and I wince as I try to sit up; each movement that I make is met with resistance, and each breath is a struggle…. The discomfort is completely overwhelming, but it is not just my body that feels bruised and battered – it's my dignity too. Glimpses of last night start to appear in front of my eyes; at first, it's just some fleeting and disconnected images… and then, all the scattered memories come flooding into my mind at once.

A strange, unsettling sensation washes over me, like a cold wave crashing over my head. I try to open my eyes, but they feel heavy, weighted down by lead. I hear the therapist’s voice again, laced with panic, "Adrian, come back to me! Adrian!" But I am powerless to respond. I feel myself drifting, falling, lost in a swirling vortex of nothingness.

The weight of it all pressed down on me, making it hard to even lift my feet as I walked home. I didn't want to drive to school with Adrian because the tension would suffocate me, so I did what I have been doing for the past three days. I walked home. When I reached home, the white walls seemed to close in on me and I found myself getting dizzy from their suffocating presence. I hesitated before stepping inside, bracing myself for whatever lay ahead. With a heavy heart, I struggled up the stairs to my room, the weight of the past days bearing down on me.

I wanted nothing more than to collapse into a bed and sleep for days, to escape the relentless assault on my senses. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a breakdown, unsure of how to pull myself back. Everything seemed too much to handle. The weight of the past, the uncertainty of the future, and the sheer exhaustion of the present all pressed down on me, threatening to crush me under their combined weight.

*** How do you feel, read this part? There are those who are sad and don't imagine being Rangga. Is there a goiter with Gerald?

With them. In the endless. My back burns and my hand squeezes the back of my neck. I need relief from the tension. My teeth grit. I feel I carry something heavy, something I have dragged all my life, that was slowly crushing me to death. Something I cannot fight, Not anymore. I almost lose balance at the weight, my hand grips the edge of table to maintain posture. It takes a few moments, until I am able to push away from it with a grunt, summoning the shadowed portal.

I inhaled deeply and exhaled gently. He entered me slowly and it wasn't too bad, until at some point I experienced that discomfort he mentioned and I tensed up. I couldn't explain exactly what I felt, but it was like when you try to put clothes in the drawer and your palms press down while the clothes push up. Or when you want to force your foot into a size that is not yours.

Megra I walk back inside the waiting room, my legs feeling like they’re made of lead. The bright, sterile lights overhead buzz like a swarm of angry bees, making my head throb even more. I slump into one of the hard plastic chairs, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. Every muscle in my body aches, not from physical exhaustion but from the emotional toll that’s been dragging me down since Nathaniel was arrested.

Waiting for me to be ready. I nod once, too exhausted to speak. He pulls the fabric over my head. It peels away from my skin, sticky with rain and sweat. He reaches around my back, fingers brushing the clasp of my bra. I flinch—not from fear, but from how tight it feels. I hadn’t realized how much pressure it was putting on me. The fabric bites into my ribs and shoulders, and when Darius finally unhooks it, I exhale audibly without meaning to.

My chest felt tight, like someone had placed a heavy weight on it, making it hard to breathe. My heart felt like it was tearing apart piece by piece.