Jantung Berdebar Di Malam Hari の小説・ストーリー

My heart was racing like crazy the whole time. The hallway seemed to stretch forever and my heart was beating really fast and louder with each passing seconds. The key trembled in my hand as I moved towards the entrance. My heart raced with each fumbling motion, the metallic jangle of keys sounding like an alarm in the silence of the night.

His heart was beating so fast, thundering against the shell of my ear. My eyes fluttered close, my body going limb as I was embraced by soothing darkness. The next morning. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I gasped as I jolted up from the bed, instantly regretting it as my head throbbed in pain. I could feel the color drain from my cheeks as my heart rate quickened, thumping loudly against my chest as my gaze bounced about the unfamiliar room. I gulped my spit, anxiously pulling my bottom lip between my teeth as I strained my brain to remember the previous night. I knew I had drank till I blacked out, but everything else was hazy.

I can hear my heart beat faster. What is going on?

Tomorrow I would have had the day off from work, and I wanted to rest to better prepare for the busy weekend of work, but apparently, something in my head was whirling, preventing me from falling asleep. I sighed again, closing my eyes and holding a hand to my chest, over my heart. Something was wrong, something was wrong. But what was it? Why did I feel that tremendous anguish? Why did I feel my heart beating frantically and a bite clenched in my stomach? What was going on? Another roar rang in the sky, frightened me, and I heard a knock at the door. I pulled myself up and looked at the door of my room with a frowning forehead. Maybe I had dreamed it.

The sharp sound of shattering glass jolted me awake. My heart slammed against my ribcage, a frantic rhythm that echoed in my ears as I jolted upright. The once quiet room was now thick with an unsettling stillness, the kind that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Shadows stretched across the walls, shifting with the faint flicker of the streetlights filtering through the partially drawn curtains. Each breath I took was uneven, shuddering past my lips as my chest rose and fell in rapid succession.

Fear washes over me as it lunges toward me. “AARRGGHH!” I scream as I wake myself. Sitting up in bed I pinch my brow, another nightmare. My dreams have been erratic lately. I’m not sure why but it’s getting exhausting. I lay back down trying to calm my racing heartbeat. Beep beep beep and there’s my alarm. 7am, right on time.

Maybe my going limp had bored him temporarily. I couldn’t even feel my heart beating anymore; it’d risen to a tempo that felt more like the juddering vibration of a poorly tuned motor. My hands shook. My whole body had gone damp and clammy. I stared out into the night. Something rustled in the darkness. And something broke in my brain.

I sat in the room full of darkness hearing the ticking of the clock in the distance which also matched my heartbeat. Not just once it nor twice it just became the daily routine of mine. Waiting for you as the day turns into the night, either you locked yourself in the basement or out of the house.

I brought the speaker of the to my mouth, "Because of you. " "Waoh…Babe. Calm down. What did I do?" Since the morning,he has been calling me babe which I absolutely hate it from the core of my heart. I don't know why,but I find it ridiculous when couple call each other babe. He started to call me babe since it is literally annoying me. Sadist. "Don't babe me. Tachycardia is about high heart beat. Because of what you did in the morning,I could only think of laboured breaths and high beats. I wasn't paying attention. My head is somewhere. "

My heart was thudding against my ribcage. The doorknob jiggled again.