Waking Up With A Heavy Chest Novels & Stories

Blood Awakening Chapter 14: Sweet spot Morning came in just a snap of fingers. Maridelle woke up with a pair of warm arms around her waist. She checked who it was just to find Lachlan cuddling her. Immediately, she checked if he got some clothes on. Maridelle cannot bear the thought of him sleeping beside her naked. For a moment, hot blood pooled on her cheeks. Slowly, with courage, she took peek under the blanket. It's a relief to see that he is wearing clothes. The landlady must have left it outside their room for him.

i said outloud, wishing that i had the courage to say all the things that were floating through my head. I sighed again, tightening the sheets around me even further, wrapping me up like a sandwhich as i closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would give me an escape from this heavy feeling that was in my chest, making it unbearable to breathe… * A knock was at the door, startling me awake. I looked around, the room still the same as last night. The knock came again. Making me rush to my feet faster than was possible for someone that just woke up. The ground seemed to move a bit as i felt dizzy from my fast movement.

I woke up gasping and sat straight up. The room was wrong — not my room, not the mansion, the mountain building, the retreat, the unfamiliar window, and I pressed both hands to my face and breathed and waited for my heart to slow. It didn't slow. Something was wrong with my chest. Not the dream. Something physical. A tightening that started low and spread upward and then the cough came and I coughed once, twice, harder. It wasn't stopping, my body was convulsing with it, both hands over my mouth, and I couldn't get ahead of it, couldn't find the gap between spasms to pull in a proper breath…

"Come on baby, wake up!" I hear a voice growl, as someone pounds on my back. I'm so disoriented. My body is heavy and limp. My lungs seem to be starved for air... But they are full of... something... And suddenly I'm coughing... a lot. I'm spilling water onto the floor... at least I think I am. My head seems to be facing down... I think... I feel like I'm folded over in half and spitting up an ocean full of water. My lungs ache. My throat is raw. My head is spinning.

~MARCELLA~ I wake up with a strange heaviness in my chest. It’s not sharp enough to hurt… not something I can point at and name. It just sits there, quiet and stubborn, like a feeling that refuses to leave even after sleep. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, watching the faint morning light creep through the curtains and paint soft lines across my room. My mind is blank and peaceful at first.

“ACE!” I jolt awake, covered in sweat, feeling like the weight of the world is pressing down on my shoulders, causing the air in the room to thin out; making it difficult for me to catch my next breath. Sitting upright in the bed, I close my eyes as I try to focus on my breathing and not the miserable life I’ve been handed. Rubbing my palm over my aching chest, I slowly swing my legs over the edge of the bed and pull myself up.

I knew she would need them in the morning. I got into the bed and stared at the ceiling. I was tired, but something was nagging me. I tossed and turned, trying to get rid of the feeling. I couldn’t understand why my chest felt so heavy all of a sudden. It wasn’t until the chill ran up my spine again that concern really hit me.

My chest becomes heavy, and my world becomes dark all over again. I wake to feel as if I can’t breathe. I try to get up, but something is holding me down. I tap Bryce on the shoulder. “Bryce, I need you to get up,” I tell him, but he doesn’t move. I feel like I’m about to pass out. I tap Bryce on the shoulder again and repeat my words. Bryce finally moves, and I fly into the sitting position while holding my chest, fighting for air. “What’s the matter?”

My senses were awake long enough for me to know that the sound of banging on my door and Franklin calling me was nothing but a dream. I tried to go back to sleep, eyes still heavy but I couldn't. The first thing I noticed was the heaviness in my chest. It pressed down on me like a weight, thick and smothering. My throat scratched as though I’d swallowed ash in my sleep. I coughed, half-awake, and rolled onto my side. The air burned my nose. Something wasn’t right. I blinked into the darkness, but it wasn’t dark. A dull glow seeped beneath my bedroom door, shifting and flickering like a restless thing. My mind, slow and muzzy from sleep, tried to name it.

Dakota woke up the next morning with a heaviness sitting squarely at the center of her chest. One she hadn’t fully acknowledged until the sunlight filtered through the curtains and pulled her into consciousness. For the first time in weeks, maybe months, her mind wasn’t foggy with confusion or exhaustion. Everything felt sharp. Raw. Unfiltered. There was no room left for denial or hesitation. Last night had shifted something in her. Something fundamental.