Romans & histoires Rumble In Chest When Breathing

Ken struggled to steady his breathing, clutching his chest as the panic attack gripped him. His vision blurred, and he felt like he was suffocating. "It's okay, it's okay," he whispered to himself, rocking slightly on the spot, trying to calm down. He repeated the words like a mantra, but they did little to soothe him.

I’m busying myself with dinner, salivating as I breathe in the delicious aroma of my chicken stir fry, when a sudden kick from within my belly has me clutching the countertop and gasping for air. I manage to keep myself upright while I focus on taking slow breaths. Each inhale seems to compound the pressure in my belly, so I do my best to keep my breaths shallow. I lift my shirt and examine the familiar, prominent veins and bruises that have begun forming across my belly once again. I sigh, lowering my shirt, then rub soothing circles across my belly.

“They’re probably plotting against me. They know I failed pre-calc.” “You didn’t fail pre-calc.” “I got a B-minus. Close enough.” I was still smiling when the walls started closing in. It happened gradually at first—just a tightness in my chest, a feeling like I couldn’t get enough air. But then my breathing started coming in short, sharp gasps, and my heart began hammering against my ribs. “Lily? You okay?” “I’m fine,” I managed, but my voice came out strangled. “You don’t sound fine.”

Calla I suddenly feel a sharp twitch in my chest. My hand shoots up like it’s trying to shove something back into my ribcage, but nothing’s there. Just me, and this… tight, clawing ache that feels too big for my body. I freeze, heart hammering like it’s trying to break free. “What the hell…” I mutter, pressing my palm to my chest. My fingers tremble. My vision blurs, or maybe it’s just my head pounding in rhythm with my heartbeat. Everything feels off, something is wrong.

Who knows what kinds of diseases could be passed around? I'm rooted to my spot, trying to calm the growing storm and turmoil threatening to consume me, while my sister lazily pulls on a robe. My heart is hammering painfully, my body burning, yet my lungs are restricted, so I feel like I’m dying. A heavy and sharp gnawing ache in my chest is all I can feel. Drowned out by the rush of blood through my ears and a lightheadedness that is stirring nausea in me.

My vision blurs with motion, and the pressure in my chest tightens like a fist. I step to the edge of the sidewalk, clutching the straps of my bag as if they’re the only thing holding me to earth. My lungs seize violently, refusing to expand. A thin, high ringing builds behind my ears, drowning out the city. I try to inhale, but the air hits a wall halfway in, and panic ricochets through my body. I stumble back, trying desperately to steady myself. The ground feels uneven under my feet. I suck in another breath, then another, but each one is thin, insufficient, like breathing through a pinhole.

My breathing had become heavy with my heart pounding fast. My arms were trembling and there was some kind of bizarre uproar in my belly. No, it wasn't butterflies in my belly. I could feel a rumbling and churning in my guts but it also definitely didn't seem like hunger. Or maybe it was hunger after all, hunger for something that's not food.

Elena POV Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Something heavy surged in my chest as I shifted back and realized that the breathing exercise wasn’t working. My heart started pounding fiercely against my ribs as if it couldn’t wait to get out. It definitely wasn’t fear burning in my veins as I forced myself to breathe through my nose, even as mind numbing pain travelled from my chest, to my arms, to my spine. I licked my dry lips. No, It wasn’t fear. I couldn’t allow fear come into my mind, not right now when it felt like waved were crashing against my ears.

A worried frown on her face as she regards me intently. Something in me snaps. The sound ricochets inside my skull, and suddenly everything tilts. My chest thrums , a deep, strangling pressure that swells and won’t let go. I try to breathe, but the air won’t come, it’s like sucking through a straw that’s been pinched shut. My heartbeat slams against my ribs, fast and uneven. The edges of my vision blur, the room stretching and collapsing all at once.

"Have you gone deaf?" Seeing the tears in her eyes made something twist painfully inside my chest. "I’m fine," I forced out. The lie barely made it past my lips before my lungs betrayed me. The moment I tried to pull in another breath, my chest seized violently. A low, rough growl tore out of my throat as my hand shot out to brace myself against the wall beside me. It was happening again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. A wave of dizziness rolled through my head as my heart began to pound harder, faster, completely out of rhythm with the rest of my body.