I Hate Sleeping Alone Novels & Stories

Let us not forget eating alone, sitting alone, sleeping alone, and doing everything alone. Tears are continuously flowing from my eyes, thinking about my past. A painful past. Why, God, am I alone? Why do I not have anyone I can love? Why do I not have anyone who loves me? Am I that bad? When will this get over? Why can't you call me Mama? I want to come to you. Tell me, mama, tell me. I do not want to live anymore. Call me Mama, please. I cry as loud as I can. I know no one will hear me here.

"You don't have to sound so brutal about it." "I'm just being honest," I said. "But I guess I'm wrong. You can't handle the truth." "Don't," she waved her hand to stop me from saying more. "It's fine. If you want separate rooms, then I'll have no complaints about it." "Are you sure?" I stared doubtfully about it. "You weren't cool about it minutes ago." "I just hate sleeping alone," she replied. "You'll survive," I said. "If you can't sleep alone, then I'll make it possible to have maid sleeping in the same room with you."

he trailed off. "And what?" I tried to sit up but the blankets weighed me down like a ball and chain. Oliver shrugged, "I don't know. I hate being single." I huffed and watched the stupid talk show he had put on. My eye lids slowly fought to close, fluttering every few minutes until all I could see was darkness. And in that abyss, I felt lonely. Nothing but the hole of self isolation I had somehow managed to end up in. I missed having someone to hold me at night, someone I could vent to without feeling as if I was being judged.

Wake up, eat, make music, perform, clubbing, dancing, screwing, falling asleep again only to do it all the next day for a years on end. I chuckled at this getting up to my feet, swaying to the side as I dumped the empty bottle in the bin, holding onto the side of the rail, heading upstairs. Stumbling into my room I collapsed on my bed, turning over with a groan, breathing out. Staring up at the dull ceiling I watched the patterns blur, knowing I was going to bed alone. It wasn’t much of a difference really, in truth, in my mind I was always alone. It didn’t matter if I was with Dad or Chris or Margie, even Claire couldn’t quite fix me. I chuckled at this.

~Daphne’s Point of View~ Everyone has the dream when you’re falling, then you usually wake up right before you hit the ground. It’s the most reliable dream. I once read that it is usually a bad dream even babies have. Well one of my biggest nightmares and fears has always been being alone. Falling and no one knowing it. Getting abducted and no one caring. I’ve gone now from impossibly alone to three men wanting to be attached to my hip and honestly it’s a bit damn overwhelming to say the least.

A heinous and unforgivable betrayal. After crying for a long time, I unconsciously fell into a deep sleep because of physical and mental exhaustion. I woke up in the morning when sunlight streamed through the window and hit my eyes. When I turned my head, I saw an empty bed and I just realized that for the past few weeks, I’d actually been sleeping alone in this cold room. Then, tears began to well up in the corners of my eyes again. Perhaps to all the women out there, I’m like a Cinderella married to a handsome prince. But they never knew that I’ve never been loved, and that happiness felt out of reach.

I think sleeping is best. But I can't sleep doesn't matter how much I try. I am feeling like I am drowning in the sea. It feels like the water is pulling me in and I can't breathe. No one is here. I am alone and I am helpless. I shouldn't think about anything. I should just relax and sleep.

Waking up, I realise I am alone in the bed yet again, Alexander must have got out of bed ahead of me. He says it is because he hates to see how sad I look when he leaves but it hurts me more to wake up alone. I thought the point of having a mate was to never feel lonely again.

He said with a note of warning before stomping out of the room. VOID As I walked out of her room, I held the fork so tight, I was sure my knuckles turned white. I could never get used to it - having someone to deal with in my room. I could never. I hated the fact that I had a bitch staying with me. I hated the fact that I've had company for more than fifteen hours. I hated it so much, it was driving me insane. God damn it! I wanted her out of here. I've lived my entire life in loneliness. I've been broken and survived in loneliness. Screw the word 'broken'. I've been killed in loneliness. And heck! I wanted it to stay that way. Forever.

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.