Novel & Cerita I Can't Breathe I'm Waiting For The Exhale

I wasn't doing anything wrong. "What does she know?" I scoff, drinking from the bottle of alcohol laid on my chest. I inhale the smoke, exhaling it through my nostrils. I love this feeling. Before I could put the cigarette back on my lips, I feel my throat dry. I find it hard to breathe little by little. It became worse suddenly. I needed air. Oh my god! Where's my inhaler?! I search through my drawers, bags, underneath the bed. I can't find it! And I can't breathe! I would have disposed it of since I thought I didn't need it anymore. I try my possible best to scream 'Harry' but there was no strength. He's probably still busy getting laid but still, he was my last hope.

Callum chuckled. “Mr. Deen, are you still trying to fool yourself at this point? Since I'm standing before you, of course I have solid evidence for all this. Words can be faked, but transfer records and chat records don’t lie.” The living room fell into a suffocating silence. The only sound left was Dad’s heavy breathing. Everyone’s eyes slowly turned toward Isabella. By then, Grandma’s face had turned ashen. Liam and the others looked equally conflicted.

Lana A sharp breath drags into my lungs, rough and uneven. It feels wrong, like it gets stuck halfway down. Darkness presses in at the corners of my vision, soft at first, then heavier. My fingers twitch on instinct, aching to dig into my pocket and pull out my inhaler. It should be there. It's always there. Except it's not. I swapped it out. For the stupid pepper spray.

I try to speak, try to plead for help, but I can’t fucking breathe, the words hanging in the tightness of my throat as my entire body shakes. And I can’t… fucking breathe.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

Merigold says. I can’t breathe. I start to wheeze and cough. I’m not getting any air. I gasp. I cough. I bend over and grab the chair to support myself because I feel like I’m going to fall over. My vision is getting blurry and I see dark spots. I hear Merigold yell out “ Axel, help.” But I can’t move. I can’t even say anything. I just need to breathe. I gasp again to try to get more air but just cough harder. I know something is going on around me but I can’t focus on it. Merigold is in front of me but I feel a hand on my back-patting it. “ Kelley, I know it is hard but I need you to take this.” She places an inhaler in my hand. I shake my head. I don’t want someone else's medicine. “ It is

Everyone holds their breath. “Nothing! Carter, give me a dose of adrenaline!” The medic, Carter, immediately rummages through his bag. As this happens, I kneel down and take a moment to breathe. I’m confused by what’s happening to me. My chest tightens with pain, but it’s not unbearable.

I wanted to scream, still coughing I fall off the bench my hands clutched my shirt in the chest area as it felt like it was going to explode soon. "You okay dear?" A voice asked Without raising my head I shook my head rapidly. "no I'm not fine, I'm not okay," I cried out. The person helped me back on to a chair before asking if there was someone I could call, I nodded my head and asked her to check the pocket of my jeans which she did, I asked her to call Caleb and as instructed she did.

"You can't kill me. You can't kill me." "I'm not gonna die. I'm not gonna die." Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five

Fingers unbuckle clumsily until I free myself, cock springing out as though desperate for air. If I can just get myself off, maybe the heat will ease. Maybe then I’ll think straight—find my way out of here.