Romans & histoires Emily Dickinson I'm Nobody Who Are You

There was no one. Where is she? I asked myself. ………. …………. …………. …………. …… ……. …………… …………… ……… ………….. ……… ……………. ……...

The woman slammed her walking stick ones on the ground, bringing complete silence. “Pe mito mba’éichapa jaju, oguereko heta versión iñambuéva, ha katu pe añeteguavéva ha’e ñande jajejapo hague ñañorairõ haĝua peteĩ mba’evai ndive, pe mba’evai tuichavéva - añakuéra. Mávapa ñandeapo, ha’e pe ja’éva lobo sy. ha katu añetehápe ha’e pe tekove voi ñanemoheñóiva ñañorairõ haĝua ñemano ndive, ha katu ko’áĝa pe ñemano oguejyta ko yvy ape ári voi oipe’a haĝua opa tekove ha ha’e ñande profecía ñañorairõ haĝua lobo sy ndive peteĩ última vez.” The lady spoke.

Am I supposed to, by any chance, know who he is? “Who are you?” he asks back. Hmm? “I asked first.” I frown, then cover it up when I remember that I have no idea who I am talking to. “You talk, then I’ll talk.” Very short and straightforward answer. I don’t like this. “Riley. That is my name. And before you think up things in your head, I just want you to know that I am nothing. Nobody. I know you must have captured me because you know I was the Luna, so you want to use me for collateral in getting something from Jude. But did you notice the past tense? Was. I am no longer that. So I urge you to let me go, as I’m sure you are not someone to waste his precious time on Nobodies. Because is exa

I was just a nobody, a mere speck of dust in the grand scheme of things. The thought stung, but I knew it was true. I had always been the disposable one, the one who could be easily forgotten or overlooked. So I sat there, frozen in my despair, waiting for whatever fate had in store for me. I knew it wouldn't be good, but I had long given up hoping for anything better. The weight of those words; words I had grown up with settled heavy on my heart. I truly believed that I wasn't worthy of being searched for, of being rescued, of being loved. I was a nobody, a zero, a waste of space.

At twenty-six years of my life, I had never encountered anyone audacious enough to act so arrogantly in front of me. “Pardon? What did you just ask me to say?” “What, are you deaf?! Say ‘I’m a worthless poser, I’m sorry!’ Do I need to spell it out for you? “ I smirked. “I heard you. Since you’re aware that you’re a worthless poser, get out of my sight. Don’t waste my time!”

I don't want you to know about me. I don't want you to know about me. I'm nobody. That is what I am. My life has been a series of one mistake after another, and now this...this is the final straw in my already very weak and broken camel's back. I can no longer stand on it. My legs have buckled under me. My face is pale from fear. It’s too much...too hard…and I can’t take it anymore. This has gone on for far too long. I don’t know if there is an “after this” for me anymore.

"You have to make your decision now, you can not keep running away from who you are. Embrace your true self, Yifa Erikson. The daughter of the greatest Alpha, Erikson Moore." A man covered in a dirty, ash colored cloak said in a husky tone. "I am nobody and will forever remain a nobody. Nothing but a cursed child, despised by everyone. I have no one to call family." I screamed as I held my ears tight so as not to hear what the man had to say.

She said, turning her back against me and I felt empty and void. Her words rang continuously in my head till my soul absorbed it all. My heart clenched in pain and my hand scratched for revenge. “But I wished to but I can’t.” Hot Tears trickled down my cheek, “Who am I to stand against an influential son?….I’m just a nobody.” More tears profusely ran down my cheeks. My heart felt warmed when I heard her footstep walking closer to me. “You aren’t a nobody, You’re Gigi and that’s who you are.” She patted my back.

Their expressions were far from pleasant; it was as if they were poised to pounce the moment they identified the culprit. I observed silently, also awaiting the revelation of who had dared to cross this pampered girl. Even if I already knew, I had no intention of intervening to prevent them from punishing the offender. The culprit should have known better than to provoke a pampered girl. "It's just some ugly nobody," Emily ranted, wearing an evil expression. Adira looked perplexed and impatient as she inquired, "Is this individual truly a nobody?" Given Emily's characterization of the person as a nobody, it was logical to assume that everyone would associate her description with the servants

We don't see things as they are. We see things as we are. -Anais Nin. |A L E E Z A| “Is it really you, or am I dreaming?” I questioned, gazing at the unexpected figure before me, someone who had no business being here yet. “I take it you missed me,” he chuckled, a melodic sound that echoed in the room, resonating with his own striking beauty that bordered on the edge of adorability.