I Can't Breathe I'm Waiting For The Exhale Novels & Stories

he muttered. “Normal can be good,” I replied, brushing my thumb lightly over his hand. He tilted his head, studying me. “It feels strange,” he said. “Like I’ve been holding my breath for years and only now realized I can finally exhale.” I smiled. “Then exhale,” I said, leaning back slightly so I could watch both of them. For a long while, none of us spoke. Just quiet breathing, tiny movements, the soft rhythm of life in a house that had known too much chaos.

Hailey*** I can’t breathe. It feels like my lungs are collapsing under the weight of everything, like I’m drowning in this cold, suffocating nightmare. My body is trembling, but it’s not from the chill in the room. The hospital air is frigid, but it’s the fear, the terror, that has a hold on me, squeezing tighter and tighter with each breath.

No one can. I am thrashing, fighting for my life, but nothing is working. Where is everyone? I'm dying and this is the end for me. Bubbles coming out of my mouth and I can't do anything to save myself. I'm losing oxygen. "Victoria!" I hear a light voice. My shoulders start shaking. "Victoria!" It's getting louder. "VICTORIA!" It's so loud. My eyes shoot open and let out a loud gasp, I want to sit up but something is holding me down.

I let her inside my heart and letting her go was going to fucking hurt. But I'll get over it...maybe one day. I plugged in my earphones and let my soul drown in the darkness. It felt like I was being reborn again. I can't breathe (Chopsquad), I can't breathe, 999 Waiting for the exhale I toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail

Maybe she'll try to remember it next time. "Grandpa I will hang up the phone, see you later." Without waiting for an answer from her grandfather, Krystal immediately hung up the phone while snorting in annoyance because her headache didn't go away after she tried to remember her past. She couldn't take her medicine now to relieve her dizziness because she had just drunk a bottle of vodka. At least she had to wait for two hours to be able to take her headache medicine. But she couldn't wait for that too long. The headache was so excruciating that she felt like she wanted to take her head off for a moment so she could breathe the stale club air without having to feel the excruciating headache.

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. Your mommy is with the angels. I’m sorry Teagan, your daddy was killed! It plays on a loop. The lid on my emotions has been blown off. I can’t think, I can’t breathe. All I can hear is the screams of Sarah, my mamma, my daddy! I scream again.

Trying to find that little girl who curled up to die at eleven years old, much like this, and pushing her to stop … just stop Camilla. Breathe. Except how can I breathe when my oxygen is gone? Snubbed out and taken from me before I really got to see if there was more for us than this. I’ll never breathe again if he doesn’t come back to me. I will lie down and go with him. He promised me. HE PROMISED ME!!!

Taking in the quietude, I closed my eyes, ready to embark on what I often saw as a journey inward. Inhaling slowly, I allowed the air to fill my lungs, expanding my chest before exhaling with equal intention. The rhythm of my breath became a gentle lullaby, coaxing my mind into a state of calmness. Each exhale carried with it the weight of my worries, leaving me feeling centred, if only for this fleeting moment.

A fantasy a thousand times less real, a thousand times crueler… a fantasy of the impossible. Slowly, her hands slipped to her side. Slowly, brick by brick, Cheryl rebuilt the wall, shutting out the world. Shutting out the light. Shutting out cruel, impossible hope. Finally facing reality. She went back to waiting. ‘All I can do is wait… Wait to lose my child. One way or the other…’ The agony of it was unbearable. But she must do it.

I can't voice out anything, nothing is coming out. So I wait as I refuse to sleep, because I'm afraid that if I do, I might not even wake up.