Rumble In Chest When Breathing Novels & Stories

My breathing was unstable, heart pounding against my ribs like it was trying to break out of my chest. If this kept happening I was really going to die.

My breath comes faster, chest fig‌hting for space. Come on. Move. I pres‌s a⁠gain, usin‌g my shoul‌der, my knee, anything. The sl‍ab shifts a few centimeters, en‌ough f‌or a breath of cooler air to snake throu⁠gh. I suc⁠k it in greedily, choking halfway.‍ My head spi‍ns, stars‍ b‌u⁠rsting behind my⁠ eyelid‌s.

Suddenly a sharp pain erupted in my chest, causing me to gasp loudly and drop my bag on the floor as I clutched at my chest. My breathing became laboured quickly, almost as if I were hyperventilating.

They gathered nothing they had dropped. Then they left. The door closed behind them with a soft click. Silence swallowed the room. I tried to breathe through the fury still raging inside me. Tried to force air into lungs that felt too tight, too small for the storm trapped within my ribs. It didn’t work. My hands trembled uncontrollably. My pulse pounded in my ears. Each beat hurt. A sharp pressure spread across my chest, forcing me to move. Slowly and carefully, I walked to the bed and lowered myself onto it, one hand pressing against my sternum. My chest hurt.

His breath on my mouth before my feet even remember the floor exists. I’m pressed against him with my palms flat on his chest and his face right there, flour on his jaw, grey eyes wide, close enough that his exhale lands on my lips. My fingers curl into his shirt. Under my right hand, his heart kicks. Once. Again. Harder. I can feel each one, a steady, hard drumming that doesn’t match his face. His jaw is set. His eyes are steady. But his chest is hammering against my palm like something trying to get out and his breathing has gone shallow and controlled, each inhale measured through his nose, the kind of breathing you do when the natural thing would be worse.

I hate all— “Hey, watch it!’ I heard as I bumped into a hard chest. The friction still wasn’t enough to calm my racing heart. I kept my eyes fixed on the ground, I couldn’t make out who I had bumped into, and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. I could feel the person shaking me, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. It was a man; I could tell from the rock-hard chest. My chest tightened. The oxygen in the room felt nonexistent, my breaths came, shallow and quick. I couldn’t hear the person talking, but the voice sounded distant, as though submerged underwater. It felt like a huge lump was lodged in my throat, but I couldn’t swallow it. I tried to speak, but my mouth felt dry like it was full

My chest felt tight, like something inside me was pulling inward instead of expanding. Unstable. I gritted my teeth and pushed myself away from the door. One step. My foot touched the stone floor softly, but the sound felt too loud in my ears. My heart leapt too fast, slamming against my ribs as if it were trying to escape. Heat spread through my chest, sudden and sharp, blooming where something should have been anchored. I stopped. My breath caught halfway in, trapped and useless. Something was wrong. The room felt heavier, pressing down on me from all sides.

My heart kept pounding in my chest as he kept stepping ahead and my legs moving back until my back hit the wall. The air around us was thick, no matter how deep I inhaled, I felt like there’s not much air and I was breathless. His expression was dark and angry, his blue eyes narrowed at me and I sensed him irritated. Apologise, Julia, my subconscious yelled inside my head. You can get out of this situation if you apologise to him. No, I will not! I replied stubbornly. I was breathing vigorously as his body was so close to me, my heart kept beating as it would jump out of my chest if he moved any closer to me. I’m trying my best to calm my breathing and not let his intimidation work on me but

I haven't even had the opportunity to contact Samuel yet. Someone yells something and before I know, something's clamped over my nose and mouth. I can still breathe? Right? What's the fuss about then? My lungs constrict painfully as I try to take a deep breath and prove to myself that these people are just being dramatic. What's going on? My head feels like a thousand and one pins have been inserted in my chest... there's just this burning feeling that won't go away. "His heart's quivering, someone get me a defibrillator!"

My chest becomes heavy, and my world becomes dark all over again. I wake to feel as if I can’t breathe. I try to get up, but something is holding me down. I tap Bryce on the shoulder. “Bryce, I need you to get up,” I tell him, but he doesn’t move. I feel like I’m about to pass out. I tap Bryce on the shoulder again and repeat my words. Bryce finally moves, and I fly into the sitting position while holding my chest, fighting for air. “What’s the matter?”