Rumble In Chest When Breathing Novels & Stories

My breathing began to betray me first. It came shallow, uneven—each inhale catching halfway down like my lungs had forgotten the sequence. I tried to pull in more air, deeper, steadier, but it only made it worse. My chest tightened, ribs locking as if something inside me was bracing for impact that had already come.

His chest rose and fell painfully as he struggled to breathe. “Tell me… how do I breathe?”

I felt a lump forming in my chest, and my breathing grew shallow. Oh shit! I should have told Iris or anyone where I was going, perhaps borrow a cellphone. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing. I felt a sense of panic rising within me, and my body began to slightly tremble. I tried to take a deep breath, but the air felt thick and heavy.

Rosie I can’t breathe… It feels like my lungs have melted to form a narrow tube, and whatever oxygen is left seems stuck somewhere in my chest, a sharp, painful stab digging in my chest. My eyes fly open, and thick black darkness shrouds my vision. Heavy pants echo through the room, perspiration trickling down my already slick back. I tap the bed, but all I feel is nothing… air and nothing.

What’s he going to say when he finds out? A cold feeling filled my chest. Like two steel bands wrapped around me and tightened. Tightened till I couldn’t breathe. My throat clogged up. I grabbed my chest, hitting it with my fist, willing the air to go down to my lungs. My throat made a rattling sound. I reached out for anything. Anything at all. I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! Oh God I’m dying! I can’t breathe! Why can’t I breathe? Darkness encroached the corners of my vision. I felt myself slipping away.

My stomach violently churned, and a wave of sickness hit me so hard I thought I was going to throw up right there where I was. My heart wasn't just beating; it was slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal trying to break free. Thud-thud-thud-thud. It was so loud and so fast that it was the only thing I could hear. It hurt. It actually hurt my chest, right where that strange stone was embedded. "I can't… I can't breathe.” I choked out, but the words barely made a sound. It was just a dry wheeze.

The pain in my chest increased every time I breathed, it felt like my rib cage was caving in on my lungs. I tried counting the seconds but I don't know. All I can tell you is that the air was getting thinner and the oxygen was harder to take. I tried pushing it out of my lungs but it didn't seem to work. I sucked in my breath and released it again, being a little calm after a while. I sighed in relief that my breathing was back to normal. The door opened and I stilled when the intruders walked in. They stopped in front of me, "So, you're awake," They said in an emotionless tone.

Within seconds, his heartbeat spiked wildly, no longer following any normal rhythm. Yoren stiffened. His shoulders tensed and his jaw locked. Cold sweat beaded on his temples and slid down his forehead. Yoren’s face slowly flushed. Heat surged from his neck to his cheeks and ears. The air around him became unbearably tight. He tried to breathe in, but couldn't. A sense of strain took hold, making his next breaths rougher and shallower. Yoren’s chest rose and fell rapidly. He gasped as though his lungs had refused to cooperate.

I avoid his gaze, knowing what he's going to do to me. I hear a yell and I jerk awake. My body is drenched in sweat and my head is pounding. I can feel my heart racing and it makes it hard to breath. I desperately try to grab my chest to somehow relieve the pain that is occurring, but it doesn't work. I'm doing everything to try and control my breathing but nothing works. I grab onto my blanket and pull on it, just trying to get anything that will help this feeling stop. Nothing does. My chest hurts, my head hurts. I can't breath. My body won't listen to what I want it to do. My body almost collapses on the bed with the way it falls back. My legs curl up against my chest and I just lay in a

I make it halfway down the mountain before I have to stop. Not because I'm tired, but because my hands won't stop shaking and my breath is coming in short, painful gasps that have nothing to do with exertion. I sink onto a fallen log beside the trail, head between my knees, trying to remember the breathing exercises Dr. Chen taught me for moments exactly like this. Four counts in. Hold for seven. Eight counts out. It doesn't work. Nothing works except the anger burning through my chest like acid.