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

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.

I c-can't breathe a-anymore. ©SKIES AMBRIELLE Votes and comments are, highly appreciated! Thanks for reading!>.<

"No, I never like windy cities but I think maybe when you're with me, I like everywhere. It's the strangest feeling, midnight I'm not leaving. Know for once I think I'll stay." "I'll say your name just listen. Doesn't it sound different. Never whispered it this way." - Camila Cabello ●●● "DON'T YOU DARE LET GO." "NEVER." I couldn't believe what I am actually doing. I'm swimming because I know if anything happens Christian is here with me to catch me.

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

To try to exist again. I breathe. I finally breathe. ---

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, I can't breathe. I run faster and faster but with no hope.I rush through the hall, stumbling into a dark room. I hide behind the door, holding my breath. "And understand this, that there is someone who'll stand beside you. Turn around baby and look at me."I cover my ears, the song—it's slowly turning me towards insanity. "And there's someone who'll love and guide you. Turn around, look, look at me."

I exhale deeply and order. "Drive!" ****

As I see bubbles escape my lips. This is it.....I am going to die.

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.