Dada Terasa Berat Dan Tertekan Novels & Stories

Aria How can my body feel so heavy. I felt sweaty and sticky. It was hot. The room was hot and I felt like I was thrown into the pits of hell. The headache! My head was splitting. I notice the weight around my waist. The warmth radiating from my back. Memories from last night flash I'm my mind. They were pictures. Parts of them. I shake my head and immediately regret it. Everything begun to spin I shut my eyes tight trying to even my breathe.

It feels as if my blood struggles to flow freely, hindered by the unyielding pressure. But the torment doesn't end there. A similar sensation grips my waist, as if a serpent has slithered its way around me, coiling tightly and constricting my every breath. The grip is suffocating, leaving me gasping for air, as if the very life force within me is being slowly squeezed away.

Jasper says. “No, you guys don’t know,” I say, my voice sounding high-pitched in my ears. “There is this massive weight, just sitting on my chest and every day it gets heavier, painful to carry. I feel like my lungs are going to burst or my mind will go crazy.” My hands are flying around in an attempt to animate how it feels. “Like it already hasn’t?” Beatrice mutters, taking a cautious sip from her cup.

I ran a hand through my black hair, trying to untangle it. My fingers snagged on a stubborn knot, and I let out a yelp. The strands felt just as tired and worn as I did: messy, unmanageable, and stretched thin. Every inch of me ached. Not just my body, but deeper my chest carried a weight I couldn’t name, and my heart felt like it was sinking in slow motion, too full of pain to beat properly. It was like I was forcing myself to stay alive through the day with chains no one could see.

The next morning, Audrey woke up slowly, the weight of the previous day’s problems still pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. Every part of her body felt heavy, as if the emotional burden she carried had seeped into her muscles, making it impossible to shake off the exhaustion. She blinked, her eyes struggling to adjust to the soft light filtering through the curtains. The bed beneath her was warm, almost too comfortable, and she felt the urge to pull the covers over her head and sleep for a few more hours, to escape the reality that awaited her.

"There has to be something here." Hours roll into days as I pore over text after text. My mind is almost as fragmented as the text as I try to piece together snippets of information that might hold some clarity. Yet, with each passing moment, the weight of responsibility grows heavier upon my shoulders, threatening to crush me. I slam the book shut, a cloud of dust erupting from its pages. Frustration gnaws at me, my resolve wavering as I question whether I'm on the right path or if I'm wasting precious time. My heart hammers against my chest, the enormity of the task before me becoming almost too much to bear.

Feeling the weight of the room's collective gaze, David takes a deep breath, his voice calm yet filling with urgency. “I believe it would be perfect if you and that girl get married. Let’s not involve Jay in this matter.” Terry's confusion deepens as he tries to absorb his father's words. His mind races, searching for clarity amidst the jumble of emotions within him. He hadn't anticipated this turn of events, and the weight of the decision suddenly thrust upon him feeling overwhelming.

It was the feeling of doubt and fear for a change. The cold weather gave me goosebumps as I battled with my heavy luggages. It wasn’t just the luggages that felt heavy, my heart was heavy and filled with revenge. I pushed through with my burdens and luggages from the plane area to the terminal area where I bumped into something hard. ‘Oh my goodness’ I hissed as I tried to pile up my scattered bags back up on the carrier.

SIERRA I felt the weight of frustration press down on me like a boulder. Every time I tried to approach the barrier, a shockwave would blast me back, and each time it happened, the sting felt sharper. My body still hummed with the last hit, and my mind was clouded with doubt. I didn’t know what to do, what to try next. Nothing I had attempted had worked so far.

Compressed by stinking, slimy, weighty, clammy skin and bones. Only it’s not a continued attack, and it falls heavily, arms dropping, head landing with a crack on top of my skull as it collapses over me and sends me crumbling to the ground. Under its weight and smell, I have to writhe and wriggle and kick it off to get myself free. Captive by sheer gross heaviness for a minute until I fight it off and send it toppling back. Panting like I just ran a marathon, heart racing, and senses peaking to levels of awareness that are crazy.