No One Understands Me Novels & Stories

My words echo around the room, heavy and raw. He stares up at me, a mix of resistance and despair. “I don’t know!” he finally yells, his voice cracking. He clutches my hips, his fingers digging in as he looks up, his eyes haunted. “I have no fucking idea, Izzy. I’m always trying to find where I belong, but I never feel… right. I never feel like I fit.”

*X Ambassadors- Unsteady *Anson Seabra- Broken *Astrid S- Years *NF- Paralyzed *~*~*~* No. No, no, no, no, no. Anger, fear and hurt bustle in me, my body is shaking and I can't stop it. Whatever hope I had in me is gone now, emptiness taking its place. "What the f*ck is this?!" I yell turning to him, I haven't moved into the room much more.

“Don’t bother yourself with this. You should be clear and straight. Whatever comes in your mind, you should say it straight.” “I didn’t know what I was feeling about you. I don’t understand and I hate admitting that you understood me more than I could.” Her voice came out in despair. Not only her, but if everyone was in her place, they would be angry with themselves. There is no happiness or doubt in this. Everyone wants to understand themselves better and deeper because that soul is theirs only. No one will be happy knowing that their hard work went into the water. Her hard work was to understand herself, but when someone else understands you before you, you feel as if your own soul has bet

Realizing how she sounded, she reeled in her emotions and shook her head still seemingly stressed out. “I’m sorry." her voice so small. "... I lost myself for a minute. It's— I’m… what you call a closed-off person. I was never educated about these things. It’s… not a known fact from where I came from. So I regret being so aggravated easily.” “You don’t know these things yet you’re supposed to be a baron’s daughter. Even if your status is lower than a viscount, you’re supposed to know something as simple as this.”

He completed my sentence and looked at me while driving. "No, I am not someone who hurts anyone without any reason. And you are not emotionless". He looked at me." You are expressionless". I smiled. "I want to know what you are feeling but I can't figure it out if you don't have any expressions or if you don't speak anything". I explained to him.

I asked, he stared at me blankly as he shrugged his shoulder "I don't know? I.. I don't even understand myself." He quietly giggled as he shook his head again "Huh?" Is there something bothering him? Why didn't he tell me, like come on we're friends. "Nothing.." "Come on Charlie I know there's something on it, come on tell me!" I insist "There's nothing! Okay? Nothing." He exclaimed "Come on tell me!" I said keep on insisting him to spill it up "Are you retarded?" He asked

Joash I saw my reflection sitting and huddled in the corner wiping the tears on my eyes. Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've cried in my room when nobody was watching. Nobody knows how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've left like I'm about to snap, but I just don't, for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody. Knows. Me.

He continued, his words tumbling out as though he was speaking without thinking about it. “I figured there was no way anyone like you would ever understand it, what I have seen what I have done, someone so young and innocent. You would never understand me, never know where I go when I'm quiet. I thought that it would end up in disaster, being with someone who doesn't get it because unless you've lived through it there is no way to explain it and I wouldn't want to anyway.”

“You can tell me anything and I’ll try to help you as much as I can without telling anyone.” “I know,” I sighed as he revved up the engine. “I just don’t understand anything. I don’t know what is going on with me. So, if I don’t understand, how can I explain it to you?” “Maybe I might understand it. Feel free to give me all the details, however incoherent they may seem.”

I mean, do they really think I do not want to be happy too? I obviously do, but the people in this world just hates me, not just people, everything and anything! I try and try and try but I am always just let go of. Ms. Elena is being herself and trying to cheer me up, but she does not understand me, neither do dad or even anyone at that. No one does. No one ever will.