Rumble In Chest When Breathing Novels & Stories

I need to breathe. I explode from the water, spraying droplets everywhere. I fill my lungs with the sweet, life-giving air. The pleasure boat I fell from is close, but it's not getting closer. I fight the panic rising up in my chest. A ringing in my ears starts. My chest feels like it's on fire and about to explode. My breath comes out in a rush, replacing the life-giving oxygen with heavy water. As I see the bubbles rise, I know I'm done for my lungs to burn. I clamped my mouth shut to try to kick my legs. The urge to breathe is unbearable. My chest's going to explode. No No...

Why wasn't he here yet? Merely, a sudden feeling of anticipation surged through my arteries, making my heartbeat erratic with such a sudden fast pace in my chest that my every breath came out shallow and hard. It was excessively difficult to breathe. Trying my unruly breath to quiet down, I breathed through my mouth, inhaling and exhaling the fresh air to calm my nerves. But the nagging feeling was gut-racking and palpable. What was happening? I clenched my fist before rubbing it gently on my chest as I continued to breathe in haste. Was I hyperventilating?

Her slender fingers wrap around my throat and I gasp, choking on the lack of oxygen. It is a truly terrifying feeling, not being able to catch your breath. My lungs are still trying to inhale and exhale, but they aren't getting any air to them. I feel like my heart can't decide whether to beat faster or beat slower, so it feels like it is just sputtering in my chest like the engine in an old clunker car.

Chest rise and falling. "I've to do this!" I mumured under my breathe.

My heart is racing and throbbing at a million miles per hour. The relentless thumping it is doing is enough to deplete all of my oxygen reserves. I'm actually having difficulty breathing, not only because of my anxiety but mostly because of the overwhelming fear I'm experiencing right at this exact moment. Who would have thought that I would be as rebellious and obstinate as I am today?

My hand clutched my chest as I tried to steady my ragged, uneven breathing. Gosh, that was way too close.

Jumping jacks, high knees, burpees, and suddenly my lungs felt tight, like I couldn’t quite catch my breath. Weird. I’d done these exercises hundreds of times. “You okay?” Sarah asked, pausing mid-jumping jack. “Yeah, just...” I sucked in air that didn’t seem to fill my lungs properly. “Just need a second.” “Take your time.” But I didn’t have time because wolves were starting to notice now, slowing their own drills to glance over at me standing there bent over with my hands on my knees trying to breathe. My heart was racing too fast, pounding in my chest like I’d been running for miles instead of doing basic warm-ups, and a strange lightheadedness crept in at the edges of my vision.

The way I had been breathing through difficult things for two years. It wasn't working. The thing that happened was not something I had experienced in exactly this way before. It started in my chest, a tightening that went beyond the normal tightening of anxiety, the kind that felt structural, like something load-bearing was shifting. Then my hands. The trembling that started in the fingers and moved up through the wrists and would not stop regardless of how still I tried to hold them. Then my breathing, which had been my reliable tool through everything, the in through the nose and out through the mouth, stopped cooperating. Each breath felt shorter than the one before it and the room, whic

I tried to calm myself by closing my eyes and taking several deep breaths. "Arrrgh!" Because of the discomfort in my chest, I found myself struggling to breathe. I took every possible measure to alleviate the discomfort that I was experiencing. Because of the possibility that I no longer feel the same, I need to have an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. It's possible that I'm suffering from a cardiac condition that I'm not aware of!

I can't breathe properly. A lump is stuck in my chest. Holding onto my chest, I fall to the ground, whimpering until it turns into a wail, uncaring of who is watching or listening. I thought I had cried enough. Where the tears are coming from is something I have no idea about.