Sound Breathing Novels & Stories

But even as the words left my mouth, doubt crept in. It felt too real. The cold grip. The pressure. The burning in my lungs. The voice. I wrapped my arms around myself, shuddering as I forced myself to take deep, steady breaths. “In… out,” I muttered. “Just breathe, Kira. You’re fine. You’re okay.” Slowly, painfully, my breathing began to even out. The pounding in my chest eased slightly, though my heart still felt unsettled, like it hadn’t fully calmed down.

he whispers. "I know," I soothe him, and I begin to rub my hand up and down his side in a slow, rhythmic motion. "Focus on my breathing. Take a breath when I do, and let it out when I do. We are going to pace through the pain." I exaggerate my breathing so he can feel my chest rise and fall against his back. Beau tries to match my rhythm. His first few breaths are jagged and uneven, but he slowly falls into sync with me.

I begin to choke and through the mist, I hear the voice of our companion. “Close your eyes,” Gregory suggests when he sees me struggling for air. “Forget that we are in fog and imagine you are breathing clean, crisp air. It will help, trust me.” I close my eyes like he instructed, imagining a sunny day with a clear, cool breeze. Sitting still, my breathing slowly eases and I can almost feel the breeze against my skin. The sensation is so different that I begin to wonder why I had found it so hard to breathe just a moment before. Was it just my panic making it worse? Sighing, I fill my lungs with fresh, clear, somewhat briny, air.

I make sure to take slow, even breaths, in through my nose, out through my mouth, before saying in a voice just loud enough for her to hear. “Breathe, Little Warrior, feel my chest moving, match your breaths to mine. Breath in, 1, 2, 3, hold, 1, 2, 3, breath out, 1, 2, 3.” I repeat it in a loop and eventually feel her begin to breathe with me. When her breaths even out, and I know she is no longer hyperventilating, I kissed the top of her head, whispering, “Well done, Echo, well done, keep breathing for me, Little Warrior, you are safe here.” Her body had relaxed into mine, so I asked the question in my mind. “Echo, can you tell me what just happened?” I felt a shiver run down her spine as s

Blake pointed at his lips which she stared at next, noticing the stubble that grew around them. “Good, Luna, can you hear me at all now?” Cassia nodded, finally sucking in some air. “Let it out slowly, Luna. Don’t go too fast now. That’s it. Feel Cole’s arms around you now, and take in another deep breath.” Cassia did as she was told, noticing how warm and firm yet gentle Cole’s grip on her was. “Good, now let it out.” For the next few minutes, Dr. Blake had her notice things around the room whilst breathing in a rhythmic pattern. Deep breath, hold, release, hold - and repeat.

A small, clear voice—hers, yet not hers—emerged from the chaos: “Breathe. Just breathe.” She obeyed, slowly, shakily. Inhale… exhale… Inhale… exhale… The voices faltered, momentarily confused by the rhythm. She clung to the small, tangible sensations: the rough carpet under her palms, the steady thump of her heartbeat, the faint hum of the radiator.

His gaze snapped to the camera. “Breathe,” I told him. “In. Hold. Out.” He tried, actually tried but it came out jagged anyway. I softened my voice without letting him off the hook of calming down. “Again. In through your nose.” He inhaled. Shaky, but there. “Hold,” I said. He held it for a beat, eyes squeezed shut. “Out,” I said, exhaling with him so he could follow the rhythm. His shoulders dropped a fraction.

“I am breathing.” “Not like that.” I open one eye. “There are different ways to breathe now?” “Yes.” I close it again with a muttered, “Of course there are.” Kade’s voice lowers. “Slow it down. In through your nose. Out through your mouth.” I do it. At first, it feels pointless. Then… something shifts. The pounding of my heart starts to steady. The ache in my muscles doesn’t disappear, but it dulls at the edges. “Now,” Kade says, “listen.”

I relaxed my shoulders and let my breaths in and out slower than I was before. "Now become aware of your senses, what can you hear around you? What do you smell? Take notice of the small strokes of air brushing against your cheeks. Describe it for me," I inhaled expanding my diaphragm and lungs. I let the breath out and focused on the small morning breeze that softly brushed against my cheeks and ears.