Novel & Cerita I Am Just A Nobody

A Nobody • • • • • "You can call me Bia, Biatrice, Biatchrice, or even Bitch or anything that satisfies you except for 'Ate' since I want to look young. I know that you see me as a slut—which is very true since everyone is a slut at heart—like everyone else but duh, that's because you're just jealous that men would bow down at me like I'm their owner and they're my precious dogs. They would do anything—even die for me just—"

"Nobody knows how many times I've had to hold back to tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap, but don't just for the sake of my mother. Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone through my head whenever I'm sad, and how horrible they really are." "Nobody knows, —Just me. But I want to stay strong. I want to fight it in order to get myself on track positively. I want to lift up myself, nobody knows but me that behind my smile you’ll see my vulnerability, my weaknesses, and my random frustrations about life and fears."

Whу nоt, thеrе’ѕ nоthіng mоrе I can dо tоdау. He’s рrоbаblу lосkеd mе іn. I’ve gоt no рhоnе аnd no money. There’s nоthіng lеft tо dо, еxсерt рісk up thе pieces of mу ѕhаttеrеd ego аnd mаkе a go of іt. I’m nobody’s vісtіm. Not anymore.

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

If I die, it would be another inconvenienced removed I wouldn't even blame them. What have I ever done to make myself worth mourning for? My family has made sure that I spend my whole life hiding running errands for people who barely acknowledged my existence. I always dream of a freedom that I know might never come. I am a nobody in a world full of people that matter This is how I will die- a quiet lonely death .

“Do you have any idea who I am? I’m secretary head in the biggest drug cartel in London.” “Doesn’t matter what you are out there, you’re just a prisoner in here,” he sneered. “A nobody like the rest of us, doing time. Status doesn’t mean shit in jail. You don’t scare me.” His words struck a blow to my fucking heart, because the crazy thing was…he was right. And that screwed my mind up to the point of no fucking return. I was a nobody. A fucking nobody. And I knew that without Raven…I would feel even more without purpose. Even more alone.

"It's a peculiar last name, we know. It might take some getting used to." "Mr. Nobody," Melissa struggled to say, her discomfort evident. The name felt wrong to her. No one deserved to be called a nobody, especially someone like Jeremy. Why would someone carry such a burden as their last name? She found herself frowning unconsciously, oblivious to its appearance. "Well, it seems you really dislike my last name," Jeremy said, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he noticed the frown on Melissa's face. He was no stranger to such reactions.

What the hell was wrong with me? I feel like a nobody. Not just invisible, but completely unnoticed. I used to think that people saw me but just chose to ignore me. However, the realization that I am truly invisible hurts more than I ever thought it would. It's like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs, leaving me breathless. Levi, the popular guy, is staring at me with a lazy grin, waiting for me to respond to him. But I'm lost for words. Thankfully, Mr. Anderson starts the class and I'm saved from having to respond to Levi. I give the teacher a small smile and focus on the lesson.

“I’m a nobody.” He let that sit for a while. He took a cut of the chicken and chewed. Tender and thick. Perfect. Celine had prepared something so savory for him, but he was about to give her something bitter. “That’s a lie.” He said quietly. She frowned in uncertainty and chuckled in a nervous way. “That’s a little too direct. How do you know if I’m being honest or not when you…” “You have no social media account. No record online. Neither family nor friends. No relationship whatsoever. Nothing. You are truly a nobody, Celine.”

It was not like girls had not tried to entice me before, but something in her actions the innocent, involuntary movement, just felt different. “Why not you?” I asked curiously, trying to compose my emotions. “Because no one likes to be with me,” she just shrugged. “I am a nobody, literally nobody. My friends, well, my roommates stick with me because we live together. We have very different lives and, as you can see, I survive, well, I thrive on my own.”