Novel & Cerita When I Breathe In My Heart Hurts

My chest tightens by the second despite how hard I’m trying, and it feels as though I can’t breathe. "I can’t– I…" "Jesus, Elizabeth." I let go of one of her hands to rub my chest. Why does this hurt so much? Why can’t I breathe? Why can I feel the air leaving my lungs? Is that my throat closing up? Why am I– am I about to pass out? Why should I–

The air grows thicker, heavier, harder to breathe. My heart starts to race faster. My chest tightens painfully. I can't breathe. It's like invisible hands are wrapping around my throat, squeezing. My lungs feel too small. My vision blurs at the edges. My body trembles, my hands clawing at my neck as if I could somehow pull the air back in. A sob breaks from my throat, choked and weak. I can't think, can't move, can't breathe. Everything hurts. Then there's a knock on the door soft at first, then louder.

The sharp breath intake caused pain to sear through my chest. I just needed to hang in there for some more time. Alex would soon rescue me. I clenched my teeth and tried to focus on taking calm constant breaths but the pressure on my throat was increasing constantly. Just when I felt that my lungs would burst I felt the pressure on my throat release. I gasped trying to draw in some bady needed air. The next moment, I felt my head hit the ground.

Defeat hung heavy in the air, a bitter taste on my tongue. The ache in my chest intensified, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil within. "Why does it hurt so much?" I muttered to myself, my voice barely audible over the symphony of nature. The world around me continued its steady rhythm, oblivious to the storm raging within my soul. I took a deep breath, the forest air cool against my skin. My heart clenched like someone is trying to steal my breath from me, like someone is trying to claw out my life from me. Why the fuck does it all hurt so much?

Thank you," he whispered. His words, they were sincere and it caught me off-guard. My cheeks blushed once again, my heart started beating loudly once again. Something weird is going on inside me and I can't seem to take a hold what it was. My hand reached for my chest in hopes to control its fast heart rate. Max, control your heart. It's alarming. It was as if my chest is about to burst any minute and this is something I haven't really felt before and it's surprising me. With that in thought, I started doing breathing exercise. Breathe in.

CRYSTAL My whole body feels numb save for the side of my cheek that stings and rings in my veins, a subtle reminder of the product of his anger. Why do I have to go through this? It stings… it stings so bad and it hurts… my chest hurts and feels so heavy luke the weight of my anger rising from deep within is pressing hard against my heart. It's getting harder to breathe. The whole house is suffocating and I can barely breathe in and out without using my mouth.

Make this stop, please “LOOK AT ME” When I felt his voice and presence right in front of me, I opened my eyes with a gasp. In a state of shock, I thrash back. The pain and fear were rising within me, and it appears that they had reached a point where they could not be reversed. As I try to think of a way to ease the pain, my breathing pattern becomes labored. The green-eyed man's grip on my heart tightened even more as if he was crushing it in his hands. I need something to relieve the immense pain in my heart.

My breathing comes out harsh, the quick breaths fanning strands of my hair from my face. Can things get any worse? I bring my knees to my stomach, the pain shooting in my side so unbearable.

“Please be calm, you’ll only hurt yourself if you panic.” I take her words, and attempt to get my mind to stop its panicking. Once it does, I keep my lips pressed in a thin line. I don’t get what she meant by hold in your breath. Whether you hold your breath or not, it doesn’t stop the heart from working. In fact, it makes the organ work even harder. Instead, I kept my inhales to a minimum. Taking smaller breaths in, and longer ones out. It still hurts. There wasn’t a difference in the pain. I hope it ends soon. What happened to me? Why am I like this? The last thing I remember was going to bed, excited for the first day of high school. That should be today. Oh no, did the house collapse on