I Hate Sleeping Alone Novels & Stories

I could almsot feeling him combing through the labyrinths of my soul, searching for all the things he and I both knew he would find. "I need to finish my bath," he said to me. "You should sleep in your room tonight." The push and pull was messing with my mind, and I hated that I wanted to protest so badly. "I am scared to sleep alone," I said, my chest heaving. "I have already grown accustomed to sleeping alone." He laughed, shaking his head. "Tonight, you should be more scared of what I could do to you if you share a room with me."

Henry shouts my name from afar, but his voice is gradually thinning. When my butt against the tough ground, I kneel while touching my butt, “Aigh!” My tears drip out after I encourage myself to stand up. I feel so lonely, and I hate this feeling. I don’t want to face myself in a dark hole. There is no hope for me. There is no hope for my dream. There is no hope for my love. Fuck it! I hate myself in this situation. I can’t even live alone in the dark. I’m bad at dealing with hard situations. I’m bad at dealing with people. I’m bad at dealing with myself.

The room was full of sunlight, but empty of Leo. My hand felt for him on his side of the bed before I opened my eyes, but I knew he was gone before ever stretching out my hand. I sighed. When I slept with him, I didn't get the nightmares of being alone, but waking up by myself was almost as bad. I hated being alone more than anything. With a groan, I rolled out of bed and opened a drawer to find something to wear. A pair of boxers and a clean white t-shirt that smelled like Leo were perfect pajamas.

“I can’t sleep alone.” He didn’t say anything. I was hating it. This silent treatment. Even the asshole Ryan was better than this. I knew what I was going to say was a low below that I was manipulating him, but I was also sure of its effect and there was a smidgen of truth in it because, of course, I was afraid, so I said it. “I’m scared to sleep alone.”

"I actually think the sa—" "I don't care what you think about it, it's happening," he interrupts me. I narrow my eyes at him in annoyance. I was trying to agree with him, "Don't give me that face, this has been horrible. I hate that fucking apartment, I hate being away from you, I hate knowing you're living alone, I hate everything. Bobbie and I have been bonding harder than ever, you know why? Because we're both a fucking emotional wreck every day, just hoping you'll give us some form of attention and then breaking down when another day goes by and there's only silence from you."

My eyes were as bright as sunshine, and I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing on the bed, almost in tears. I'm not used to sleeping alone, I've never done it before so I'm not used to it. Back at home, I always sleep beside mom, and from the first day in school here, I've been sleeping with Nina in the room and it feels comfortable.

Vieri “What is it?” I called out. Sonia’s voice came through the door almost immediately. “I can’t sleep in my room alone. How about you come join me in the living room?” I blinked. “What?” The words sounded absurd to me. I stepped closer to the door, lowering my voice. “Sonia, you’re not a kid anymore. You can sleep alone.” “I can’t,” she insisted quickly. “I told you before. I hate sleeping alone.”

I say looking at his smile and I feel a smile coming on. “ l should get one, maybe I’ll sleep better at night,” he says looking me in the eyes. We’re so close that I feel like he’s looking into my soul. “You don’t sleep much?”. I ask him curious. “Not much no” he answers plainly. “Why’s that?” “I hate sleeping alone,” he says looking at me even more intensely. “Oh!” I say because I don’t know what to say nor do I want to entertain that line of conversation.

Rock bottom has its firm grip on me. “And you’re living alone which means you can do whatever the hell you want whenever you want.” Jayler went on and I saw through the eager naivety right there. “I just can’t wait for the day that I’ll be on my own.” “Oh, be careful what you wish for.” I trailed knowing that living alone isn’t always that liberating and fun. The loneliness kills you most especially if you are single as fuck. Staring at the four walls ain’t even that fun. You have to do all the work too. “Living alone isn’t always that fun and this is coming from a person who’s been living alone for five years.”

"You? Scared of staying alone? When did you become scared of staying alone? Don't you usually sleep alone in your room? Do you have a lot of people guarding your room, or what?" If she knows me properly, she will know that I also hate having people in my room when I sleep. I don't want any form of disturbance at all. I need to lie like this because this is a perfect opportunity for us to become close. I doubt she'll ever forget me if I stay in the same room with her this night.