I'm Nobody Who Are You Novels & Stories

I feel like he is the main villain I should be focused on and not other people. "Fake a guess darling. Who do you think I am?" He asked me and I just scoffed. "Why does it matter who you are? You're just a nobody who doesn't know his place." I insulted him and I could hear nothing for a few seconds. I think what I said got to him. Maybe that's something he hates to hear the most? A nobody. "I'm closer to you than you might think. What makes you think I can't do anything to you when you're acting like this?"

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.

“That’s a name not an answer. If i wanted yiur name I would have asked it directly.” I frowned at her. “What exactly do you mean?” I demanded to know byt instead, she shrugged. "I'm sorry, you seem like the kind of person who keeps a shit ton of secrets and I’m only trying to figure out which of those secrets will affect me as the King’s sister. So I’ll ask again. Who are you?” She wanted to know who I was? That was the easiest question. "I’m nobody.” "Ha!" She laughed. She actually... laughed. When she stopped she continued.

I drag myself to the bed and, with difficulty, climb onto it and curl up. You deserve to die Elisa… nobody will miss you… nobody at all… I'm sure once you're dead, they'll find another woman… “N''n''n''no… n''n''not true. I squeeze my eyes tight. We're telling the truth... you're a nobody... nobody loves you... nobody wants you... '' M''m''m''lie! I run to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I'm so done. “Do you think they'll want someone like that? So ugly and finished?

"You're getting carried away." Emery grinned. "Sorry, sorry. But seriously, what's bothering you? You can tell me anything." I hesitated, unsure if I should confide in Emery. But something about her kind expression put me at ease. "I have this feeling that I'm not who I think I am," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not weak, and I'm not a nobody." Emery's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

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.

(Just don't know how you feel) And you know nobody knows how you feel (feel) 'Cause everybody's got their own damn problem (their own damn problem) So everybody's trying to find their way And day by day, it's a struggle In this world you know you have to hustle Just know that you're not alone You don't always have to be strong all by yourself (All by yourself) I said, it's okay to ask for help Now listen People will find you, but they don't define you And you will find people who'll help redesign you People will find you, but they don't define you And you will find people who'll help redesign you You are a work of art Bet you didn't think you'd come this far Now here you are Baby, you are st

Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely Everybody knows my past now Like my house was always made of glass And maybe that's the price you pay For the money and fame at an early age And everybody saw me sick And it felt like no one gave a shit They criticized the things I did as an idiot kid What if you had it all But nobody to call? Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely

The sheer audacity of it, the impossible precision, left Voss grasping for understanding he could not find. Voss looked at the dead communication line, the static a taunting reminder of his own helplessness. "Find out who he is." His voice was low, almost a growl. No one moved, the weight of his command pressing down on every person in the room. Voss's voice dropped further, edged with something between rage and desperation. "Find out who the hell Nobody is." A technician swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "And what if we can't?" Voss stared at the closed door, as though it might yet reveal the answer he sought. "Then find out what he was."

“Six hours is not enough time to fight a motion like that properly.” “No,” Whitfield agreed. “It is not.” Ethan’s phone buzzed in his hand before he could respond, a new number, unfamiliar, a city code he did not recognize. He almost let it go to voicemail, exhausted past the point of trusting any unknown call after the last three days. Something made him answer anyway. “Ethan Carter?” A woman’s voice, clipped and professional. “Who is this.”