Novel & Cerita Roommate Nightmares

Miserably. The nightmares had intensified, my sleep terrors worsening with each passing night. I'd wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, and my mates would be there, holding me, trying to calm me down. They hadn't slept properly in months, sacrificing their own rest to comfort me. It was a lonely existence, devoid of intimacy, and I feared it was a consequence of what they'd witnessed. My mouth, defiled, still tasted of his tongue, the disgust lingering like a bad omen. I'd lost count of the times I'd brushed and spat, trying to erase the memory.

“No. It's no bother at all. I'm happy to be here for you when you need me. It's the least that I can do.” “My lack of sleep is not about the room either,” I revealed. “The room’s great. I've just been having so many nightmares these days and they haunt me every single time I shut my eyes to sleep.” Goosebumps ran through my body as I talked about my experiences. “I… I try to push those thoughts away but they just won't stop. I cannot make them stop.” Sweat beaded on my face as I narrated my ordeal while he listened with rapt attention.

She gave specific orders to the people who spent the entire weekend fixing this room for me. I am grateful to have this personal space, but I also have to face the reality that the nightmares have returned. Before, when I slept in Wolfgang's room, the nightmares seemed to fade away. But now, I am alone in this huge room, and the images of all the people who have hurt me invade my dreams.

he yelled. "Yeah, Alex, where's the spirit?” Darren smirked beside him. I sighed as I strolled into the elevator going to our lounge. They kept blabbing in utter disgust. “I got paired with an unknown bitch as a roommate," I spoke, and everywhere went silent, but then they burst into laughter. “I knew you guys were stupid," I scoffed. “Dude, how?! Because this school's got like three huge hostels, and you say the rooms are occupied," Damien laughed.

I slept at my friend Jessica's that night, lying there in the dark living room of her apartment, tossing and turning on the most uncomfortable futon in existence. But it wasn't the futon that was keeping me awake. It was all the thoughts and feelings that had been stirring inside me ever since this afternoon, when my roommate, Marni, burst into our dorm room and caught me masturbating.

I didn’t even try. I guess I was more than happy to share a room with him. Last night’s texts replayed in my head. “Do you have a snoring kink?” he’d sent, the sarcasm was so evidence in it. I had laughed, really laughed. Then I’d sent: I just want to know everything about my roommate. Am I wrong? And he’d replied, You’ll have to see for yourself. He actually replied. The robot bleeds, huh? ~~~~

I do not want to have a conversation with him either, so why was he being so rude? I walk into the room and close the door before locking it from inside. I sit on the bed and stare at the empty wall ahead. I turn my head to my suitcase, still sitting pretty in the room. I was somehow glad that I had fallen asleep instead of unpacking; I would have been too stressed to have to pack it up again. I'm lost in thoughts of how the hell this could happen to me when I hear a knock on the door. My roommate is a boy. A hot, shirtless, arrogant, smirking boy. This was a Greek tragedy, and I was the main character, about to suffer. I did not need to stay with him too long to know he was the kind of boy

Amara’s POV Sleep, that usually offered a sweet oblivion, had become a treacherous landscape haunted by the fractured images of my nightmare. The comforting darkness of our bedroom now felt thin and permeable, every rustle of leaves outside sounding like the stealthy approach of unseen enemies, every shadow in the periphery of my vision twisting into the monstrous form that had pursued Jaxon in my terror-stricken sleep. The vibrant strength of Ryder, the unwavering resolve of Caden, the playful agility of Jaxon – all had been rendered fragile and broken in the horrifying theater of my mind, leaving behind a gnawing anxiety that clung to me like a second skin, a chilling residue that even the

It doesn’t stop until I finally reach my room floor and I find my actual room before I finally stop and take a moment's rest. Everyone I’ve met since coming here have been nothing but prideful assholes that think they’re all that and now, my biggest fear is being paired up in a room with another weirdo because imagine this; sleeping with one eye open because you’re scared your roommate might just snuff you out in your sleep. I make a silent prayer under my breath, hoping that whoever it is outside my door is someone sane. I take a final deep breath before kicking the door open and walking in. There’s a sudden thud from someone falling over, followed by a groan. Whoever it is might have falle

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I