Trembling When Waking Up Novels & Stories

I couldn't stop myself from falling asleep a few minutes later. A loud opening of what appeared to be a metal door jolted me awake. Even though it was difficult for me to open my eyes, I forced myself to gaze at the source. I'm not sure why my body feels weak and something appears to be choking me. I noticed a figure approaching me right away. I'm not sure why, but I started trembling with fear. What is going on? Why am I so terrified?

My heart raced, my body shaking even in sleep. I woke up screaming, tears streaming down my face. My hands shook so bad I could barely hold the thin blanket. The room was dim, the bulb flickering, but the fear was so real I could still feel Jasper’s hands around my throat, Estrella’s nails cutting my skin. I curled into a ball, sobbing, unable to stop trembling. Every creak of the safehouse made me jump, like Jasper was coming to drag me back.

Relief, trembling, weakness. Tom wakes up in his own bed, gasping for cool air like a fish out of water. His heart is pounding, he is all sweaty, something warm and sticky spreads across the sheet. Something that had only recently been a part of him. Of course, this is a dream. Kit is no longer red. I could guess. Cursing through his teeth, he tries to stop the trembling. Stands up. She pulls the soiled linen off the bed and goes to the bathroom. Salute, thirteenth birthday, damn...

I got up from bed and saw that lunch was already served. I dipped my steak on the sauce when I noticed how my hand was shaking. I stopped from eating and just took a glass of water when my fingers trembled and the water spilled on my food. “Shit!” I stood up from my table and I almost fell when my knees weakly shivered every step I took. I felt like I was out of air. My body was heating up and I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. “What the hell is happening?” I moan of pain escaped my lips when I felt a burning sensation on my right hip. I ran to the bathroom. I saw my reflection on the mirror, sweating, trembling, heating up, and pale.

I try to move back. There’s nowhere to go. My breathing turns uneven. Fast. Too fast. I can’t tell which one is real. I can’t tell— Fear wraps around me completely. They’re too close now. Too close. My chest feels like it’s collapsing. And I scream. I jolt awake. My body shoots upright. Air rushes into my lungs as I gasp. My skin is damp. Sweat clings to my neck, my chest, my back. My hands tremble. My heart is racing too fast. Too hard.

I rush to William. When I’m closer, I notice he’s not actually still, but trembling slightly, and I recognize the clutches of sleep paralysis. His eyes are terrified and his gaze is glued to the ceiling above. Although this too is horrible, relief floods my system because at least it’s not the unthinkable I was thinking of. I shake his shoulder, waking his body up. He shoots upright, clutches himself tightly, wrapping his hands around his stomach, eyes screwed shut tightly. “What have I done?” He mutters repeatedly, trembling, still somewhat disconnected from reality. “What have I done?”

I woke up feeling terrible. Every part of my body ached, and my head felt like it was splitting into two. My eyes were heavy and my throat felt dry. I struggled to sit up, my muscles protesting with every movement. As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I realized that my hands were shaking.

I need to make sure I’m awake before he stirs, or he’ll likely be disoriented and frightened upon waking up in a new place. The moment I step out of the room, my legs start to shake, and my heart begins to pound nervously against my chest. The knots in my stomach tighten, and it takes every ounce of willpower to keep my knees from collapsing under me. Instead of heading straight to Vector’s room, I take a detour to the bathroom. My hands tremble as I lean over the toilet, my stomach heaving as I empty its contents. Afterwards, I splash cold water on my face and stare at my reflection in the mirror, attempting to regain some semblance of calm.

I clenched my fist and closed my eyes because I knew what was going to happen next. I don't want to be here. ... *Gasped I woke up panting, scared because of that vague nightmare. It was something unbearable. "W-why?"I asked myself in confusion my voice trembles as I cling to my chest, sweating. I looked at myself in the mirror across my bed. My lips were pale, my hands were cold and my heart throbbing. I quickly went to my bathroom and washed my face to ease my emotions. "I have to calm down." I took a deep breath and exhaled, getting myself together.

I looked at our reflection in the mirror, and to my surprise, I was about to slash it. My heart beat loudly and fast. I shut my eyes before the metal could even slash its body, and before I knew it, I woke up, panting. I gulped. I looked at my hands and they were shaking so badly. I crumpled my position and tucked myself under the thick blanket. I leaned against the headboard and cried. Something’s wrong with me.