Rumble In Chest When Breathing Novels & Stories

To the point where my body cannot control itself and shakes vigorously in terror. My throat feels heavy and my chest feels clamped up. It's almost as if I can barely breathe. I let my other hand fold over my palm, with the aim to stop it from quivering as violently as it already is but that only worsens my cause. Now, my entire being feels like it is on fire. I let out an exhale, running my hands through my hair while trying to take control of my breathing. I don't even know if this is working but I keep going regardless.

It doesn’t budge at all. They will come back and check these little nooks when they realise, I couldn’t have gone far. I’m blowing out air dramatically, panting and trying to keep my shit together. Chest burning with the sudden exertion, and breathless as I struggle to inhale air. My limbs are shaking badly, and my feet are on fire from running in heels.

“Too real for you?” More laughter echoed through the air. It presses in on me from all sides, suffocating. My chest tightens even more, and this time when I try to breathe, it stutters. My lungs seize, like they’ve forgotten how to work properly. In….Out. It shouldn’t be this hard. Why is it this hard? My vision tunnels. I can see them, but it’s like looking through something distant, like I’m not fully here anymore. My hands are shaking now. I can’t stop them. I press them against my sides, trying to hide it, trying to hold myself together, but it’s not working.

I needed to confide in someone. "Lord Ralph, please tell me about this deadly symptom you say you experience." I sat up. "Lately, I have been feeling like a fat man is sitting on my chest, but not in a very nice way." The doctor's brows furrowed as he took in what I had just said and tried to process it. "Do you find it difficult to breathe when this happens?" "No. This is not about physical pain or any pain of that sort. In fact, this is not pain. It does not affect my breathing or chest. It’s just... it’s just..." I stuttered off.

My chest tightens by the second despite how hard I’m trying, and it feels as though I can’t breathe. "I can’t– I…" "Jesus, Elizabeth." I let go of one of her hands to rub my chest. Why does this hurt so much? Why can’t I breathe? Why can I feel the air leaving my lungs? Is that my throat closing up? Why am I– am I about to pass out? Why should I–

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.

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.

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.

Thank you," he whispered. His words, they were sincere and it caught me off-guard. My cheeks blushed once again, my heart started beating loudly once again. Something weird is going on inside me and I can't seem to take a hold what it was. My hand reached for my chest in hopes to control its fast heart rate. Max, control your heart. It's alarming. It was as if my chest is about to burst any minute and this is something I haven't really felt before and it's surprising me. With that in thought, I started doing breathing exercise. Breathe in.