Waking Up With A Heavy Chest Novels & Stories

ALEXANDER I woke up with the familiar taste of ash in my mouth and a heaviness sitting squarely on my chest—a distinct, physical weight that had nothing to do with gravity and everything to do with the ghosts I kept in the corners of my mind. It wasn’t the grogginess of a lack of sleep; I had slept the sleep of the dead. This was something else. This was the suffocating pressure of thoughts I hadn’t invited, waiting for me the moment my guard dropped.

Max woke up because of the light that was in the room. He looked around, and there was nobody next to him. He was slightly confused by that. Then he went into an internal panic that maybe everything had been a dream. He still wasn't quite awake yet though he knew that he didn't have dreams like that. It had to be real. It couldn't possibly be real. And then he heard the commotion coming out from the other room and knew that everything was real. You could actually feel the relief pulse through his veins because the panic had caused A slight adrenaline rush.

It feels like I'm being choked, my throat constricting. ‎I jolt awake, sitting up from the bed, clutching my chest and breathing hard. ‎ ‎I swallow hard, my chest still heaving heavily. With shaky hands I pat myself slowly, trying to calm my racing heart. ‎ ‎“It's just a bad memory. It's nothing more than a memory, it's not real.” ‎ ‎Except it was real. It was a reality that I witnessed with my own two eyes, a reality that has taken pleasure in hunting me and frequently giving me insomnia.

“Of course. Please, sit.” We settled down, and a silent grave silence took over with only our breath echoing. After a long silence, the doctor turned his attention to Levi. “Tell me exactly what you’re feeling.” He questioned. Levi leaned back in the chair, his face unreadable. “It started this evening. My chest feels heavy, like something’s weighing it down. And…” He paused for a second. “I’ve been coughing up blood again.” “Again?” My breath caught in my throat.

I jolted awake with a violent gasp, sitting straight up in bed as my eyes snapped open. My breathing was shallow and ragged, my chest heaving up and down so fast I could hear the harsh sound echoing off the quiet walls of my bedroom. Sweat was dripping down the back of my neck, sticking my shirt to my skin, and hot, real tears were spilling over my eyelashes, tracing warm paths down my face.

Around eight in the morning, the bedroom still carried the heavy silence of a restless night. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, but Thor was still sprawled on the bed, lost in a heavy, uneasy sleep. The faint scent of Karina’s dress, abandoned beside the pillow, lingered in the air. He woke slowly, his eyes weighted with exhaustion, his body reluctant to rise. His head pounded, his chest ached. He stretched languidly, a strange discomfort flooding him—an emptiness that began in his chest and spread through his veins like an icy breath. As if something—or someone—was slipping away.

How could she be so careless? The thought sparked a burn in his chest, a subtle tightness that made each breath feel heavier. He cursed under his breath and pushed open his bedroom door, stepping inside. The air felt too thick. He crossed to the nightstand in three strides, snatched his inhaler, and pressed it to his lips. One deep, practiced breath, and the cool rush of medicine opened his lungs just enough to ease the pressure. He sat down on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, inhaler still in his hand, breathing slowly until the pounding in his chest steadied.

I woke up with a heavy weight pinning my chest to the mattress. My eyes fluttered open, the morning light filtering through the gauze curtains, painting the penthouse bedroom in shades of pale gold. My body was sore—not from brutal sex, but from the tension of the night before, from holding my breath, from crying until my eyes were swollen. And Drake was still there.

Reyna The first thing I became aware of was the ache in my chest. Every breath felt heavier than it should have, as though my lungs were still trying to remember how to work after being denied air. For several seconds I simply lay there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, until memory crashed into me. The swimming pool, the darkness, the plastic wrapped around my face... I sat up quickly, gasping, the room spinning violently around me. A cough ripped through my throat, leaving my chest burning.

Chapter 39: The Wake Up Pain was the first thing I knew. It was not a sharp pain. It was a heavy and suffocating weight that pressed down on my chest like a slab of granite. My veins felt like they were filled with broken glass and acid. I gasped. The air caught in my throat and turned into a cough that rattled my ribcage. I opened my eyes. It was dark. I was lying on cold stone. The air smelled of bat guano, dry earth, and old blood.