To Shake The Sleeping Self Novels & Stories

My fingers don’t stop shaking even when I clench them. I try to hide it. But Kael notices immediately. Of course he does. “You didn’t sleep,” he says from the doorway. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at my hands as if they belonged to someone else. “I did.” It’s a lie that I hope he won’t call me on it. “You didn’t.” I don’t argue. The lie isn’t worth the effort when I am this exhausted. The tremor jumps up my wrist, and I curl my fingers tighter.

The latter unwillingly nodded and snapped her finger. The girl lying over the king-sized bed in WEREALM shook a little in her sleep, and her brain drifted Into the memories of past lives.

Finally, I took a deep breath, shutting my eyes and reached out, gently shaking Chloe's arm. She moaned softly in her sleep, but didn't wake up. I shook her again, a little harder this time, and she mumbled something incoherently, swatting at my hand. I shut my eyes tight and continued to nudge her, determined to wake her up. But she wouldn't budge. I persisted, my heart pounding in my chest, my throat burning dry as several filthy images appeared in my head. With each attempt, I willed her to wake up, my brow furrowed.

Every word from him made my body shiver in fear and crazy sick. He doesn't have a brain disorder, he's just cruel. ** I woke up feeling dizzy and when I looked at the wall clock, it's 4 am. Why am I not sleeping that long these days? My body has its own alarm clock at the wrong time I guess. Too early! I want to sleep more! Maybe I should drink a glass of water to make me feel full and back to sleep again.

They never cared. I use the bed to stand up, my legs are shaking. It's hard to stand without feeling the need to fall, but I eventually gain my balance. I force myself to my dresser and I pull out a pair of sweatpants, and a jacket. I slip the sweats on over my shorts before I zip up the jacket. These nightmares always take away my self confidence.

Please, let me sleep. ~~~~

I glance at the clock it's 3:38 in the morning, and I still haven't been able to fall asleep. "Fuck!" I say as I let out a frustrated groan. I slam my fist against the bed on each side of me. I let out a deep breath, as I pull the covers back in frustration and climb out of bed. I walked down the hall and stopped in front of his door. "Fuck!" I whisper as I shake my arms out, and wiggle and shake my body, trying to shake this feeling off. "Ok," I whisper, telling myself I can do this.

Before he knew it, her sleepiness got the best of her. He woke up catching his breath. His eyes were wide as he adjusted it to the sudden darkness. Almost immediately, shivers started creeping all over his body, his heart drumming so fast his knees were beginning to shake. Biting his trembling lips, he clenched his fist on his leg, tearing when he pinched it a little too hard than she intended to. “Move!” he whispered to it as though by doing so, it’d stop resembling a stupid marshmallow. “Move!”

Sya's P.O.V: "Hey! Get up you dumbass!" I felt someone poking the side of my head while shaking my shoulder violently. I don't want to wake up. I slept just a few hours ago. Maybe I slept for three hours? When the shaking didn't stop, I waved my hand in annoyance. "Go away!" I said, irritated from the constant disturbance but boy was I wrong? The disturbance only turned into a thunderstorm.