I Hate Sleeping Alone Novels & Stories

I point at the three bags on the living room floor. "No. He is finishing up" I nod staring at the fash disc in my hands. I pray it has what I wish to know. "You know why I hate relationships?" I glance at him but remain quiet. "You are not allowed to be yourself. If my partner is not understanding, enough then I would rather be alone"

Sleep wouldn’t come, no matter how many times she squeezed her eyes shut and willed her mind to go quiet. It wasn’t just the silence of the house that pressed down on her; it was the loneliness. She hated sleeping alone, had always hated it. As far back as she could remember, she needed someone close…someone’s warmth, someone’s heartbeat to lull her into rest. When she was younger, she’d sneak into her mother’s bed, burrowing against her for comfort. But those days were long gone.

“That will definitely be a problem but let's see what we can do. None of this will be painful. You can lay down and take a deep nap if you like.” As if. Chances were that Hero and the others wouldn't even be back tonight, and that meant it would be the first night I had spent away from Hero since we got here. It had been only a couple of weeks, but I hated the whole idea of sleeping alone. Fucking ridiculous. He wasn't even mine. He would never be mine. I needed to get used to sleeping without him.

They help me to escape the harsh reality when I’ve had too many blows to the head. The stares and whispers follow me everywhere. When I sleep, when I’m unconscious, when I’m alone, especially when I’m alone. It’s as if they are in the room with me. There surrounding me, staring and whispering which quickly turn to glaring and yelling. I hate being alone. But I love being alone. If I think hard enough, if I’m occupied with homework, cleaning, or something else that isn’t my thoughts, then I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.

I hate being alone. I have been alone all my life and I hated every single second of it. I don't want to be alone again... I have a mate and friends now; I want to be with them as long as I can, not in the darkness that I used to live in for most of my life. "Liam!"

And if the person the moon goddess picked for me is so cruel, the man sleeping before me can't possibly be good. Tears fill my eyes, and I suck in a heavy breath. Being alone is painful, but it's safer that way. People are monsters, and if you don't let them in, they can't hurt you. Images of my family members flash through my head, but I force them out by thinking of the anguish I've endured because of them not coming to save my ass. And eventually, my mind turns empty, and my heart stops bleeding, making it easier to fall asleep.

" I can't, he will kill me. Look, h'apy birthday first but your brother on this day prefers to stay alone and don't talk to anyone. I'm sorry." I returned home. Once again I am lying here on my bed staring aimlessly up at the ceiling. My ears are focused on the air conditioner hum. The cover is pulled tightly to my throat, cloaking my body like armor. I wonder to myself why this is all of a sudden in my life. Nobody ever told me, or at least I never thought living could be so lonely, joyless, and bland. I felt cold and dark... I hate being alone! It's so scary!

Dylan POV Waking up alone is really the thing I hate the most. I hate when Savanna travels and leaves me alone. The bed she chose in my house feels so big without her. I roll to the side and hold her pillow towards me, but I can’t remember the last time she actually slept here. I stretch my arms above my head and stand up. I need to man up and stop being a love-sick puppy running around Savanna. Maybe I should act cold towards her, see if it works, and she gives me more attention.

Especially at night or in the morning when I wake up cold and alone. I miss sleeping with them. I was so terrified to lay with them in bed when I first met them, and now I hate sleeping alone. I hate climbing into that bed without them. "Hey, it's okay to cry. You don't have to feel embarrassed around me. Trust me, I get it! I know it doesn't look like it now, but I've been through some shit too when I was younger. I wasn't always this awesome cool dude that I am now!"

I just keep getting stronger and stronger every day. Everyone hates to be alone , and I get that – but when you are alone you tend to talk to yourself , you tend to give your advice. By talking to yourself , you start building your personality – you begin to stand firm on what you believe and who you are. For the first time in a while , I can openly say that I am alone and I am loving it.