Rumble In Chest When Breathing Novels & Stories

My body is vibrating from something I have no control over, my stomach is rumbling as if my intestines are cutting off and my throat is burning from every saliva I gulp. I roll over to the other side of the corner and face the wall. I then let go of my knees and I wrap my arms around my stomach tightly as my heart frantically starts to race, threatening to burst out of my chest. Every breath feels like I am gasping for air, never getting enough into my lungs. It is a suffocating sensation that overwhelms me.

I suck air in through my teeth like I’ve been punched. I’m on the floor. I’m on the floor and he’s not here It’s like my chest caves in. Like something collapses inward and keeps collapsing, deeper and deeper, pulling everything with it. I clutch at my shirt like I can physically hold my heart in place. I can’t breathe.

My fist tightens instantly. A sharp ache rises in my chest. For a moment, I can’t even breathe.

Suddenly my chest feels tight. Is it the curse? Is it taking a toll on me because I know about it? I struggle to breathe. “Eldon! Eldon!” Roman is trying to get my attention. “I- I can’t breathe.” I fall forward but he catches me, arranging me so I’m sitting down. “What is happening?” “You’re hyperventilating. You need to calm down.”

He does what I tell him and I do the same, scooting over to the other corner nearby him and focusing on my breathing. King Tyler Erratic breathing pulls me from my slumber, I get up clutching my chest trying to catch me breath, what’s happening? Where is this rush of adrenaline coming from “ahh what the hell?!” my arm feels like it’s on fire “NO!” ‘it’s mate’ “NO!” I rush out of my room and down to the training centre but it’s empty.

The man bent over briefly with a grunt, letting go of me and giving me more than enough time to run further away. All the people that I had seen on my way to the bank were gone, and I cursed when I felt that familiar pain in my chest. The aftermath of being in tension for so long had caused my right side to move to the left, which essentially caused my ribs to constrict my lungs, cutting off any oxygen whenever I did the minimum effort. Of course running caused it too, no matter how light it was, but normally I could stop and catch my breath. This time I couldn't.

Even my own heartbeat pounds against my eardrums, a frantic, unbearable thudding that drowns out sense. My breath stutters, catches, and I drag in a gasp that rasps against my throat like torn paper. But it's not enough. There’s no space left in my chest. My lungs have forgotten how to expand. The silk bodice of my gown is suddenly a vise, squeezing tighter, tighter, as though it’s laced by unseen hands determined to crush the air out of me.

Every time I tried to breathe deeply, it made me cough. I sat there shaking, unable to stop crying. Tears ran down my face, warm and constant. My body kept trembling as sobs came out of me, starting deep in my chest and rising until my whole body shook. Each breath I took came in sharp, uneven gasps, and it hurt my ribs.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” I can’t answer. My mouth opens but no sound comes out. My throat is closing. My chest is clamping in on itself, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.. I feel Luxe lower both of us to the floor. The cold tiles hit my knees but I barely feel it. My hands shake uncontrollably as I clutch at my chest, nails digging into my skin. I can’t breathe. Goodness, I can’t…

he said looking at me as if he was observing my breathing. I sat up feeling my chest tight while my breath came out short while my heart was pounding against my chest as if I’ve run a marathon and I think I’m hyperventilating. I’ve never had it so bad as this that counting couldn’t calm me down and while I was distracted Elliot moved so that I was having my back leaning on his chest. He continued to rub my back trying to help soothe me, but I was beginning to panic more because I’ve never dealt with an episode as strong as this before and I clutched my shirt feeling overwhelmed.