No One Would Miss Me Novels & Stories

She asks and I just shrug my shoulders. "I'm not and the best thing is if he would reject me instead or accept my rejection! We could be free from each other" I know he will probably never accept a rejection even how angry he would be. I have no problem living my life without a man in it, I have my family and friends here. We have a good thing going on and there is nothing I would rather have than them. It would just be easier if I didn't have to look over my shoulder all the time and be forced to hide my tracks.

Because of me, because I was weak, because I couldn't hold on. Tears prickle my eyes. I wanted to run away so badly that I never considered what came after that. Still, I always imagined them next to me. Nothing else made sense. They would have known what to do, where to go, and who to talk to. I'm no one. I've been missing for so many years that I'm dead to the world.

We were caught in a fragile bubble of shared emotion, oblivious to the downpour that threatened to drown everything around us. “I missed you,” I said softly, my voice barely audible above the drumming of the rain, the words a vulnerable confession whispered into the storm. “I missed this. You.” The ‘this’ encompassed the easy camaraderie, the unspoken understanding, the unique spark that always ignited between us.

It's almost quiet enough to disappear. The hum of the streetlamp outside my window is the only thing keeping me here. That, and the soft rattle of the pills I never swallowed. I wondered if anyone would notice. If tomorrow came and I didn't. My phone buzzes once. Then silence. Probably him. Again. I turn over, staring at the cracks in the ceiling like they might open up and swallow me whole. I used to pray for something like that- back when I still believed in prayers.

She stepped forward to reach for my hand. I took a step back. She gave a broken, bitter smile. "There was a news report about a plane crash. I thought you might've been on that flight… I just—I'm glad you're okay." She looked at me carefully, hopefully. "So what, Quinn? You found out I don't love you anymore and decided to come running back? You realized that you can't live without me now? "Wake up, Quinn. Life isn't some romantic drama. Get a grip."

God, I hate my life. —Serene, I missed you so much, I have to tell you everything about my trip to New York. —says my best friend Lucia, 'who appears out of nowhere.' She doesn't really know me. You could say she's the only one I kind of trust out of all the hypocritical rats in this school. —I missed you too, Lucia, you have no idea. —I fake excitement, really only about 5% of it is real, since I actually like being alone and away from people. At least a break from being the school's center of attention during summer wasn't so bad.

, felt like a knife stabbing straight into my heart. What kind of bride was so indifferent to her own wedding, treating it like just some kind of formality? It was ridiculous. All along, I'd only been her backup plan. I was the safe choice she kept around for appearances. I shook my head and, for the first time, ignored all her messages. Before I knew it, a month had passed. One afternoon, while I was fishing, watching small ripples spread across the water, my phone started buzzing at the worst possible moment.

Ninety-nine was the limit. All eyes stayed on me. Whispers spread. They were waiting for a show. I was an orphan. No family. Once, I told Loree maybe we shouldn't invite so many people. I didn't like the way they looked at me—cold, mocking. Same look I got as a kid, fighting stray dogs for scraps. She just said, "Just because you don't have family doesn't mean I can't invite mine." Not one person there cared about me. They just wanted me to snap. Lose it. Give them something to talk about.

Which of course he eats up, and gives his thanks with a big sloppy lick. I made it to the dealership, and after looking around for a while, I found the one I wanted, a 2017 Ford Escape. Unfortunately, I don't quite have enough money just yet. And I learned that having no credit is just as bad as having bad credit. No one wants to give you a loan when you don't have any credit, but you need credit to get it. It's the same as when I tried to get a job. No one wanted to hire you without an address, yet I needed a job to get one.

There was no anger and no heartbreak, just the quiet relief of something finally settling into place. I opened the chat with Nola and typed two words: [Perfect match.] Then, I held down the power button and turned my phone off completely. I pulled out the SIM card I had been using for years and dropped it into the trash. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal speakers. I stood, took hold of my suitcase, and walked toward the security checkpoint. Outside, the world was loud with celebration, and in here, there was only the stillness of leaving alone. However, that was alright. From now on, my world belonged to no one but me.