Rumble In Chest When Breathing Novels & Stories

My breathing becomes heavy, my chest feeling tight, and I struggle to breath. "I can't breath...I can't....I can't breathe." I pant, the fright making me panic more, and the more than I attempt to breathe, the worse it becomes. "She's having a panic attack!" I hear, the ringing sound dulling out the voices. I could hear my blood rushing, my heart pounding like a giant heartbeat across the whole of my body. The walls begin to close in, everything feeling smaller than it did. Squeezing my eyes shut, I focus, and I exhale completely through my mouth, making a whooshing sound so I know I've done it. I close my mouth, inhaling quietly through my nose.

VAEL The first sign that something was wrong was how my breath kept catching in my chest, like my own ribs were reluctant to move. A sharp, dragging pull low in my sternum that didn’t stop, didn’t ease, only tightened whenever I tried to ignore it. I spent two nights convincing myself it was fatigue. A third telling myself it was stress. By the fourth, I knew I was lying. It was him.

He made the guy run away because he feared the big Dallas and threatened him. My breathing was ragged, my chest rose and fell, and I began to have trouble breathing. Moments after expressing my complaints, my chest felt even tighter than it had for some time. My vision started to look strange, then my eyes lost their focus, and in the next split second, I collapsed.

This inquiry came from the person whose voice could be heard in the background. After that, I became aware of something pressing against my sternum, and it seemed as if someone was breathing on me. The sensation was odd. It was difficult for me to breathe. I became aware that my breathing was becoming more regular, and I also became aware that the pressure that had been building up in my chest was beginning to ease. Both of these realizations occurred simultaneously. "No!!!!!!!" I was so startled that I let out a scream and immediately jerked my body upright following it followed the scream.

It stopped halfway, catching in my chest like something was blocking it. “Not now…” I muttered, my voice strained. My fingers curled slightly, pressing harder against each other as I tried again. In. Out. In— It didn’t work. My chest tightened more, a sharp pressure spreading through it, making it harder to pull in air properly. My heartbeat picked up, faster, louder, each beat hitting harder than the last. I leaned forward quickly, my elbows pressing into my knees as my head dropped slightly, my breathing coming in uneven bursts now.

I press my hand flat against my sternum the same way I did the first night. It doesn't help. The growl holds for longer than it has before. Maybe thirty seconds. Maybe more. It's hard to tell when your whole chest is vibrating. Thankfully, it eventually eases off. I sit up in bed and pull my knees to my chest and breathe. Okay. So that's still happening. Great news. I reach back under the mattress for the notebook and add a new line at the bottom of the list. *The thing inside me is getting louder. It feels scary.*

Nat. I tried to stand up but I can't as my heart races all of a sudden. My breath becomes shallow and I'm left dragging in gulps of air. "Reece .. ?". I hear her voice. "Are you okay?". The pain spreads from my chest to my neck along to my throat which becomes itchy. My chest seems as if like a sumo wrestler is sitting on it. I take rasp short breaths at a time trying to stop the pain. Another knock sounds. "Reece .. Come on, open the door".

ROSE My head is pounding and throbbing and it feels extremely heavy. My entire body hurts, but nothing is quite as bad as my chest. It is by far, the worst pain I have. It is so hard to breathe. And I can’t seem to move either of my arms. My left feels like it is tied up, but the right one has this nice warm tingling sensation moving up from my hand. It doesn’t feel tied up like the left, but like a weight is holding it down.

Everything feels like it's happening ten feet away from me, like I’m not entirely in my own body. My stomach keeps flipping. My breathing won’t settle. My throat feels too tight, and every inhale feels shallow, like I can’t get enough air into my lungs. Fuck, I’m such an idiot. I slow down without meaning to, my feet thudding against the trail while dozens of others pass me. My vision starts to tunnel, dark creeping in at the edges. My chest tightens more. I can’t breathe properly. Fuck. Fuck. What the hell is happening?

Everything seemed safe. My body didn't believe it. I lay still and looked up, waiting for the feeling to go away. No, it didn't. Instead, there was a strange pressure behind my ribs that was a warning without words. I put my hand on my chest and breathed slowly like the doctor had told me to. In through my nose. Out of my mouth. Again. Again. The pressure got better, but it didn't go away.