Dream That Everyone Hates Me Novels & Stories

I can't believe Celine came into my room again and saw me having a nightmare. Why is this nightmare becoming incessant? Do I need a therapist again after so many years? My fist clenched in anger as I curse under my breath. I hit the bed, making my comforter push up against my body. I hate this! I hate this feeling! I hate being pathetic and helpless. I would rather have one of my employees see me this way rather than Celine. Not Celine. I don't like her and I don't want her to know anything about me. I don't want her to show me any sort of sympathy. I hate it.

Steve cursed inwardly, he had forgotten how stubborn how she was "As i said, I have a lot of issues with myself, am sorry that you have to bare with all that but I promise I won't cause you any pain anymore, I will be good to you from now on, I won't hurt you anymore" Daisy faced him looking at his face keenly "Then tell me one thing, why do you hate me so much, what did I ever do to you?" Her voice was breaking and though he wasn't looking at her, he knew she was crying

I called out as she walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. As soon as she was gone, I stripped out of my night dress and fled into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and I breathed in a deep sigh as the water began running down my body in a soothing manner. My mind was racing as I tried to make sense of that dream I just had, except it wasn't even a dream, it was a nightmare, a horrific one at that, because that is exactly what the real Aaron Hill had become in my life; my worst nightmare.

I hated the suffocating weight of my reality, but more than anything, I hated the terrifying pattern that was ruining my life. "I hate you!" I raged, tears of pure frustration blinding my vision as the rain began to pick up again, mixing with the heat on my face. "I hate that each time I am in trouble, each time I am in a position where I absolutely do not want to be seen, you just magically appear out of nowhere! Who asked you to follow me? Who asked you to play the hero? You think because you have a fancy car and a big house that you can just wander into my nightmares and fix them?"

I need to sleep this whole thing off. I shut my eyes, and soon, I was drifting into dreamland. **** [Flashback] I think there are some people destined to hate you in life, and there is nothing you can do to make them love you. Nothing. Sometimes I ask myself 'Why?' over and over again, trying to understand the reason for that hatred but there seems to be no reason that can be pointed out. The hatred is just natural. That was my theory from high school about hatred. "Virgin girl" I heard someone utter that name as I stepped into the class.

The world said he did. But then why… The building is covered with night. The majority of the employees are home. The office hums with silence. I work late, faking I am working on reports yet my brain is going round and round. The city is glowing in the windows-- Lights in the dark like veins. I should leave, but I can’t. My mind is mangled and dishevelled. Hatred used to be simple. Clear. Sharp. Now it weighs on, is dimmed with uncertainty.

“Hm…maybe…I’ll take you back if you beg me.” “Why do I keep dreaming of you?” I ask. Talking and moving my lips is all I seem able to do. “So you do want me.” “No. I’ll never want you.” I close my eyes, realizing that my obsessive hatred for him is what’s making me dream of him so much. It has to be that. What else could it be? Suddenly, I feel the warmth of his hand on my neck, but before I can react, I’m startled awake by knocks on my door.

That was one of the reasons he bullied me too much during those school days. And here I am, lying in the bed alone without any person to care. My family, for whom I agreed to sacrifice my dreams, abandoned me with his threats. I felt pathetic. Maybe I can run away as Eva did. But, I know Christian is not a normal guy to mess with. Even if I run away to New York, he will find me and ruin me.

I raised up my head and I saw every of the eleders of the packs look at me ,each one of them had that look of disgust on their face and I Couod tell by just looking at them ,why did they hate me so much . "You know you really can't tell why we hate you so much ,you don't know how much our along had Been looking for a child and you had the guys to place a curse on him ,that's why we hate you so much and we just want you dead "I heard one of the men say .

The bus must have definitely left by now, and it would be an hour or more before another bus comes by. I was nothing but doomed today. I took another deep breath as I silently prayed my day wouldn’t get any worse and that the stupid stranger who had caused all these to me would definitely have a miserable and horrible day today, and throughout the rest of his life. “I hate people like that and I wish I’d never have to come across the arrogant asshole ever again!” I muttered under my breath while glaring down at my ruined shoes.