Pillow Talk

A gasp escaped her lips as she pressed a hand over space her heart occupied. Why was it so hard to breathe? She bit her lip to keep from whimpering in pain- it felt as though someone had reached into her chest and begun squeezing her heart. She pressed her palm into her chest- vainly thinking that would release some pressure- as tears clouded her sight. Panic coursed through her veins as she tried desperately to get her breathing in check, and bit harshly on her lip. 

What the hell was happening? What had she done to deserve this? A strangled sob escaped her lips, and she blindly reached to her left to grab a pillow. She buried her face into the wrinkled fabric as sobs wracked her body. She wasn’t too worried about her parents walking in- it was three o’clock in the morning, and their fans covered the sounds of her sobs.

The pain in her chest was unbearable, and she curled in on herself. She hadn’t done a damn thing to deserve this pain. She clutched her pillow desperately as she gasped in pain, closing her eyes tightly. And then- just like that- the pain begun to fade. She sniffled as she lifted her tear-streaked face from the pillow. Whimpers of pain escaped her, but even her whimpering was lessening. She sighed before a hiccup overtook her, and she ran a hand through her messy hair.

The pain wasn’t exactly a new experience, but never before had it been so excruciating. It was normally just a dull pain the lasted throughout the day. She couldn’t tell her parents either- they’d simply shrug it off as being a teenager, and ‘growing pains’ as her mother called them.

She sighed once again, and was glad that her breathing finally evened out. No, she wouldn’t tell anyone about this.