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Ada After spending an entire day hunting for jobs and coming up with nothing, that’s when I start to feel the pressure. There’s nothing so far. Not a single job. I don’t want to feel desperate but this has all come from out of nowhere and it makes me wonder if the world is conspiring against me. I spend the whole day worrying and fretting, and I’m in a terrible mood. That’s until I’m visited by a face I haven’t seen in a long time.

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.

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.

Tension and Teeth Saxa The morning after feels heavier somehow. Not just being tired—weighted. Like the very air was resisting me. My skin felt tight, my hearing too sharp. Sounds that had once been background noise—the hum of powerlessness, the faint chatter at breakfast—it felt unbearable.

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.

As I looked down, I realised the extent of my entrapment. Dacy had nestled herself against my chest, her arms tightly wound around my waist, effectively imprisoning me in her embrace. Suddenly, I felt suffocated, as if my freedom had been stripped away. Dacy's presence, once a source of temporary comfort, now felt stifling. The weight of her body pressed against mine, the sound of her snores echoing in my ears. With a surge of frustration coursing through my veins, I couldn't bear another moment of Dacy's deadweight presence on me.