Dream That Everyone Hates Me Novels & Stories

“Though you’re very bad to me, I hated myself because my heart can’t stop loving you.“ I stated and hugged my phone. Just this once, I want to imagine that he’s with me. Just this once, I want to spoil myself in my dreams. Dreaming of him who loves me. Imagining that he cares and cherish me. But the painful part is that, tomorrow, I’m going to wake up knowing that it’s just all a dream. And the reality is just so unfair and cruel. “One more pain and I’ll give up.” I whispered before I was eaten by darkness.

The line went dead. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, breath shallow. My perfectly lined eyes looked back at me, but for the first time, the gloss of control was cracking. My lipstick was smeared, my hands trembling just enough to betray me. I hated him. I hated Sadie. I hated Damon. I hated everyone. But more than anything, I hated that I wasn’t the one holding the strings. I slammed the phone down and sank into my chair in front of the vanity, rage burning hot beneath my fear.

Most of all, I hated the feeling of being completely and utterly powerless. The words echoed in my mind, a desperate cry from the depths of my soul. I hated my life, hated the way it had been twisted and distorted by Herold's cruelty. I hated the fear that gripped me every day, the constant looking over my shoulder, waiting for the next explosion of anger. I hated the way my dreams had been crushed, my hopes and aspirations suffocated by the weight of Herold's oppression.

That every single morning when you wake up, you have to mentally prepare yourself for another whole day of someone literally hating every single breath you take? "He doesn't just ignore me anymore," I say, and my voice sounds all shaky and weird, like it's not even my voice anymore. "It's like... okay, remember back in middle school when Jenny Parker decided she hated you? Like, how she wouldn't even look at you in the hallway and would walk all the way around just to avoid you? It's about a hundred times worse than that. Every single time he looks at me now, it's like... like I'm the absolute worst person who's ever lived. And you want to know the really crazy part? He honestly, truly belie

I at last fell asleep. In my dreams tonight, I dreamt about blue eyes. Same blue eyes with different emotions. One with love and the one with disgust. It has me squirming nervously in my sleep. It felt so much real. And I know it will be real one day for sure. He's going to hate me. He'll be disgusted with me. I can bear anything in this world but not the look of disgust in Brandon's eyes. Please. Don't. Don't hate me. Please. Pleasee....

Hearing the person you love utter words of hatred cuts deeper than any physical blow. I HATE YOU! *** I found myself perched on the edge of the bed, gasping for breath as if the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, leaving me gasping for air. Then, it hit me—my dreams. Upon awakening, a profound emptiness engulfed me, leaving me feeling adrift.

I love her so much and I hope one day, she will finally accept me as her mate. “Where am I?” The soft, familiar voice that melted my heart away in a second echoed in my head, snapping me out of my thoughts. Tilting my head towards the direction where the voice came from, it was her. My mate. Relief and tenderness crashed over me as our eyes met. She was looking at me like she had seen a ghost. Of course I least expected this reaction from her. She hates me and that's understandable. Madeline I had a dream. In the dream, I was alone in a dark room. I screamed out my lungs, hoping someone, anyone would hear me. I hated the darkness. I hated being alone.

"What if... you don’t? What if... you hate me?" I had this vision in my dreams, a vision where she screamed and sent me away, a vision where she turned her back and followed next to her mother. Where she chose the heavens. "How could she hate you?" I wanted to laugh, I wanted to laugh because I knew the truth - that many hated me for much less. "She’s your daughter, Asmodeus... I would never hate you." ⋅• ♱ •⋅

Before darkness takes me away, the words slip out in a low whisper before I can stop them. "I hate you. I hate everyone."

The thing I had been carrying since I stood in my kitchen and watched my sister's face when I stepped away from her. I looked away from him. "Aria look at me," he said. "I can't right now," I said. "Why?" I was quiet for a moment. The café was warm around us. Low lights. The quiet conversation of other people at other tables having their own Thursday evenings. The ordinary comfortable sounds of a place that had nothing to do with any of this. "Because when I look at you I see everything she took from you," I said. "And I look just enough like her to make me hate my own face right now."