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[mansionmiranda]

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[the-bored-society]

Heat!~ Valentina And Angel #1 (part 11)

My characters

Name: Valentina Torrez Age: 17 DoB: April 15 Sign: Aries Job: waitress in a diner Possession: fathers knife with initials engraved, tattoo of her family name on her right shoulder, mothers bracelet Family: orphaned at 8 years old, stillborn brother Height: 5'7

Name: Angel Gálvez Age: 13 Dob: February 22 Sign: Pisces Family: Valentina Height: 5'2 Possession: fathers gun, Valentina’s jacket

Author: Chvs😋 Hey guys! This is my first public fic, so criticism is needed! I threw a bit of Spanish in there so don’t be freaked out if you come across some. There are some really sensitive topics, such as blood, gangs, and drugs: YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!I don’t normally have a lot of time on my hands; so my chapters tend to be short or long and unedited, sorry! I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to message me if you liked my characters, I’d be happy to hear your ideas for them! @funnyshitandnotsofunnyshit

Music: Bohemian Rhapsody (instrumental)- cover by Panic! At the disco

And so it begins …

“Vale! Where the fuck did you go!?” <br> “The fuck did you just say! Boi you are a lap child, don’t you dare swear!” “Oh there you are”

This is my brother Angel, we’ve been together for ten years. You see when my dad died from a car accident, since he was a careless drunk, barely any money came into our house. Mi Mami died from starvation. I was forced to live in an orphanage and that’s where I met Angel. I was tired, hungry, and ill, there wasn’t any money in the orphanage. Angel was my only friend, he was just a kid at the time and his parents were killed in a gang raid. After a year in the orphanage, we escaped. And we’ve been on the run since.

“Did you get the groceries?” He asked as we walked down the sidewalk of a lovely little town, Galena. “Of course I did, i got manzanas,pan, and water!” “Is that all we could afford?” “Yeah almost” “What do you mean” I pulled out a snickers, and watched as his face glowed up. “Aw Yes! Thank you Valentina! Thank you” he said a somewhat deep voice. For a 13 year old his voice was deep and it seemed like it was already past puberty. His eyes with bags under them, still not fully rested and cured from working so hard in Puerto Rico or Cuba.

I look at the remaining money. We have four dollars and 57 cents. That’s enough to buy us a the some bananas,maybe, but we shouldn’t spend it all at once. We’re heading to Poesta, IA and right now we’re in Galena,Illinois. There aren’t any buses that’ll take us, so we’ll have to either walk or hitchhike. I look over to Angel and see his mouth cover in chocolate and smiles. He’s a good kid. He doesn’t deserve this.

"Do you want to go to Poesta now, or save it for tomorrow?” “It’ll get dark soon, it’s best if we wait for tomorrow.” He replied We find an empty warehouse and I lay out the blankets. Just as I’m about to unload my knives, Angel grabs my hand.

"Wait. I think there’s someone here.” I stop and listen. I could hear scuffling and scratching. “Maybe it’s just a squirrel,” I turn to look at him,“ want any dinner?” I know it’s a hard question for him because he’s an all time animal lover, but I know he’s hungry. “Yeah ok, I’ll start the fire.”

I walk quietly over to where I hear the scratching. I unsheathed the knife near my lower back. Just as I’m about to reach the sound it stops, I stop. Then the squirrel runs out and I throw my knife. I hit its stomach “Damn it,” I say, know it’s in pain and stab its head one more time “Sloppy, but I got it” I sigh I look over to Angel whose already started the fire. I skin the squirrel and we have a delicious dinner. After that I tuck Angel to bed, and I nod off next to him.

This kid used to cry in his sleep. He was 5 when we escaped the orphanage. He was the one to figure out how and when. Angel seems small and un-athletic but he’s a genius. We couldn’t escape at night, it was too obvious and nuns made guards stay by the doors. It seemed like there was no escape. But for three years, Angel studied every day. At 3am the guards would leave, but then the motion sensor lights would be turned on. Since the orphanage didn’t have that much money he knew that they had to turn them off at one point. That was at 5am, the guards were gone and the nuns and the others kids were waking up.

That’s when we struck. Angel broke the window and jumped through first. The window was on the second story, but from that specific window there was a bush. I fell hard and it hurt, but I had to get up and catch Angel when he jumped. We ran as fast as we could to the streets. We prayed that anyone good would leave us alone.

But god was dead, and our prayers were ignored. The guards came after us, people of the town tried to grab us, but we push through. We ran for about a mile until we lost the guards in an alley. It was there where we found Tico. Tico was a hoodlum, an outcast, the townspeople called him disgraceful. But Tico was the only one to help us. Help taught us how to fight and he taught me how to throw. He taught us how to steal. We got jobs transporting weed. Anyone who didn’t pay would be hunted down usually by us. Angel would figure out where they go and when, everything about them, their family, their friends, everything. I was the one who got my hands dirty.

I am 17 years old, I’m Puerto Rican, I was a trafficker for Ñetas, a Puerto Rican gang roughly spread out throughout the US. It was because of them that Angel and I got to leave Puerto Rico. There was a boat going to Cuba, there spent a year, gaining the trust of the Ñetas there, I had to be a bit more aggressive than before. It was a really hard year for me. I don’t remember it well, but Angel said I was brutal and scary.

It hurt me a lot to know that I scared Angel.

They led us to a boat set for Miami. After that, I stole cars and took Angel where ever he wanted to go. He’s been to New York, Salt Lake City, Princeton, Las Vegas, and a shit ton of other cities. Yesterday he wanted pizza, so I took him to Chicago, after a couple stolen credit cards, he got good deep dish pizza.

That’s what’s happened so far. Tomorrow holds another story for us.

[deliria87]

i laughed so hard i started hyperventilating now im back on this chvs hell train

[the-byronic-antihero]

Chronic Hyperventilation Syndrome

You know how some medical issues suck? Back and knee injuries are hard, stopping you from doing a lot of basic everyday things. Asthma sounds pretty awful too.

A few years back, I picked up a new anxiety issue. For some reason, I hyperventilate. It’s not a panic attack, not even an anxiety attack. There’s no ‘attack’ at all, just a tendency to breathe too fast until I push my blood oxygen too high.

Human bodies being what they are, too much oxygen means too little carbon dioxide (hypocapnia) and you suddenly feel like you are suffocating for some reason. You gasp, you sigh, you yawn and that just makes it worse. You know that feeling of relief you get from a good yawn; imagine not getting that, imagine feeling increasingly panicked.

The ‘fix’ is to carefully control my breathing. At its worst, I was down to 2 breaths per minute for ten or fifteen minutes at a time. It helps, but any kind of stress and I can find myself light-headed, with tingling in my fingers and sweating.

Imagine feeling like you can’t get enough air and having to force yourself to breathe less for ten or fifteen minutes. You struggle against your body’s instincts, your heart beating faster as you try not to panic, and focus on the second hand of a clock or watch while you wait for it to subside just enough that you can continue without feeling like you might die.

Good times...

[chaaaaaaaaaaaam]

struggling w/ my chronic hyperventilation syndrome right now -_- i never talk about it bc i find it actually one of the most depressing aspects of my life... i used to love the gym and riding my bike and stuff and it’s taken all moderate-heavy physical activity away from me 

if anyone has any tips on how to manage it i’d be really grateful... it’s been over 5 years of being unable to breathe properly now and i’m so so sick of it

for those who don’t know what HVS is, taken from the NHS website: 

Hyperventilation syndrome (HVS) is a name given to a collection of physical and emotional symptoms, largely brought about by hyperventilation. This happens when we over-breathe. The main signs of this are when we breathe much more quickly and more shallowly than our bodies needs. Over time, all sorts of physical changes can take place in our body. These include a decrease in carbon dioxide pressure in the alveoli (in our lungs) and arteries, an increase in arterial pH (respiratory alkalosis), constriction of cerebral arteries and increased production of lactic and pyruvial acid. 

What are the symptoms of hyperventilation syndrome? 

HVS can show itself in different ways. Most people with HVS will have experienced some, if not many, of the following symptoms. 

Respiratory symptoms: breathlessness, tightness around the chest, fast breathing, frequent sighing

Tetanic symptoms: tingling (e.g. in fingers, arms, mouth), muscle stiffness, trembling in hands

 Cerebral symptoms: dizziness, blurred vision, faintness, headaches

 Cardiac symptoms: palpitations, tachycardia (rapid heart beat) 

Temperature symptoms: cold hands or feet, shivering, warm feeling in the head

 Gastrointestinal symptoms: sickness, abdominal pain 

General symptoms: tension, anxiety, fatigue and lethargy, insomnia