Speak Even When Your Voice Shakes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I froze, I thought I was prepared, but that voice shook me. ________

My heartbeat suddenly becomes chaotic, my skin flushes, and I can not speak very clearly. "...I dare not say that I like you, and I dare not say that I don't like you...I dare not like you at all..." It's like saying a tongue twister. After I finish speaking, I can not even understand what I was talking about. But I wish he can understand. "I'm not as bad as you think." His eyes look a little red, but his voice sounds extremely calm, "You don't need to understand, but you don't have to fight against me all the time."

he called, his voice a deep, low rumble. I couldn't speak. I just stood there, shaking in his hold, as the world fell apart around me.

I pressed a hand to my mouth immediately. “No,” I whispered to myself. “No. Not now.” But my chest already felt too tight. My eyes burned. I stood up quickly and paced the room. “I am fine,” I said out loud. But my voice sounded weak even to me. “I am fine. I am fine. I am fine.” I repeated it like it would fix something. It did not. My hands started shaking. I grabbed the edge of the table, then stopped. Because I could not hold it anymore.

Nothing here reacts to me ,Nothing here asks if I am all right. I take three steps forward and then freeze. My chest feels tight, like I have not taken a full breath since dinner ended. My shoulders ache from holding themselves in place for too long. I lift a hand and realize my fingers are shaking. “Get it together,” I say quietly, forcing the words out. My voice sounds strange to my own ears. Thin but quite controlled. I move toward the vanity because I do not trust my legs to take me anywhere else. The marble is cool under my palms when I brace myself against it. I lean forward slightly, head down, breathing slowly through my nose.

Trying to regain control over myself. Because if I lost control now, I would burn everything. Rachel was on the floor, coughing and crying, mascara smudging, hands shaking. She looked up at me with terror. I stared down at her, my chest still heaving. My voice came out low, deadly calm. “Speak,” I said. Rachel flinched. “Speak,” I repeated, more forceful, and the tremor in my voice was not weakness, it was the effort it took not to tear the room apart again.

I try to speak, try to plead for help, but I can’t fucking breathe, the words hanging in the tightness of my throat as my entire body shakes. And I can’t… fucking breathe.

My voice didn’t tremble when I spoke. “Tell me everything.”

I explained "Apart from your name —the Whisperer which is not even a real name, I don't have your contact or even know where you leave. Please don't leave me hanging again. I need your help please…" I continued speaking "Hey girl, breathe. That's it. You are speaking without a halt. Breathe, that's it. Breathe in, breathe out, good." "I am sorry. I was speaking too fast. This indicates how badly I need your help. I am sorry I am this nervous"

My voice cracks up, tears dripping from my eyes I tried to talk but the words could not come out, both of them looks at me to speak up "I… was… " My voice cracks again It is too hard for me to say as I lost my voice within "I… was… mol.. " The words become so hard for me to say, I could only shed tears "if only they could listen to my bleeding heart" My thought Then the doctor stands up from the chair, moves close to me "Try and calm your nerves, we are here for you" He let out, giving me his word Their eyes look at me again to speak