Nobody Cares About Me Novels & Stories

"Why are you being so nice to me when I've been nothing but a bitch to you?" "You're selling yourself short, Miss Havens," Eli replied after a while. "You are so much better than that." "I'm not. I've learned a long time ago that if you're not cool nor pretty nor rich, you're practically a nobody. That's what I am. I'm a nobody. And I like it that way because I don't like the attention. With attention comes expectation. And I'm not sure I can meet anyone's expectation," she kept on. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked, vexed at how she regarded herself so low.

It was all a blur of spreadsheets and shareholder expectations. As I waited for my latte, I leaned against the cool marble countertop, idly scrolling through my phone. The café buzzed with the usual morning crowd – a mix of business types, students, and the occasional tourist. A man in an expensive suit was gesticulating wildly as he spoke into his bluetooth earpiece. I rolled my eyes. Amateur. I would never be so obvious about my business dealings in public. At least, I didn't think I would. My phone vibrated. Dad's smiling face lit up the screen. I considered ignoring it—I was in no mood for his usual cheerful banter—but guilt won out. I answered with what I hoped was a neutral "Hi, Dad."

Mary says. "Do you think that I am going to miss you? I don't care about you. Like Leandra, I never cared about you. I always only wanted what you could give me from you. At this moment, you can not provide me with anything. So why would I care about you? My whole life, I have been fighting. Fighting to survive, looking after my family, fighting to become somebody. Nothing and nobody can help me. I am alone in this world, and I do not care. I will make it. I do not care who I have to use, and I do not care who I have to tremble on. Your use for me is done. I don't need you anymore. I don't need anybody. I only need myself: My looks and my brains. I don't care who cares about me. I do not car

Every single passing second is echoing with dread and worry about what all this is about. I am a nobody. No one has ever asked about me since I dropped out of college and was thrown into this dungeon. All my friends blocked me from social media or something. They don't care to look for me, and I don't. I see no one on my wall. My social media accounts have nothing on my friends list, and my walls are filled with only my own paintings. The world has been mute, unaware, and unbothered about my existence. Why would anyone rekindle my existence just now? For what godforsaken purpose?

"Nothing will happen. Unless you want something to. Which I assume you're going to tell me you don't, right?" I nod slowly and try to focus on him instead of my thoughts, because if he knows what I'm feeling then he' ll realise my problem and then he won't want me around anymore. And I'll have to endure my loneliness forever because he probably won't love me back. "Good. Well, I guess you already know why I'm here, so I'm gonna cut to the chase." I shrug. "Why do you even bother with me? I'm just a nobody."

/I don't wanna go another day So, I'm telling you what is on my mind Seems like everybody's breaking up And throwing their love away But I know I got a good thing right here That's why I say, hey/ /Nobody gonna love me better I'ma stick with you forever Nobody gonna take me higher I'ma stick with you/ /You know how to appreciate me I'ma stick with you, my baby Nobody ever made me feel this way I'ma stick with you/ "Seriously?" I ask her with my brows raised after hearing the song. "Do you want to sing that?"

I swallowed hard, the primitive instinct to survive forcing me to lower my pitch, but the frantic, hysterical edge in my veins refused to be silenced. "You are driving me completely crazy," I whispered, my voice trembling as the tears of pure, suffocating frustration finally threatened to spill over my lashes. "What is your problem with me? What do you want from me? I already told you, I am a nobody. I am a boring, disposable person who is just trying to survive the night. I am not a threat to your throne! Why can't you just let me go?"

I smiled and lovingly pat his head. "Nobody." I said dismissively. "But why is he looking at you badly? I don't like when someone looks at mommy like this." Nelson said truthfully. My heart melted, he cares alot about me. "He's nobody darling, pay no attention to him okay?" I said convincingly. The man seethed in anger. "How dare you refer to me as nobody, so you know who I am?" He thundered. "Nope, and I have no intentions of knowing either, get out of my way else I'll hit you so hard you'll not recover for years, trust me, I'll cripple you." I said.

I try to ask him what his problem was, but he just brushed it off and talked to the boys. I decide to ignore him the whole night because he was just bothering me because he didn't seem to want to tell me what's going on in his mind. It's already past 10pm and I realise it's time to go back home. I look across the hall to see Liam staring at me and Melissa giving me death glares when she realizes Liam was not giving her any attention. I ignore the looks from both of them and say to the girls, "Let's go back. It's already past 10pm and we have school tomorrow."

Stirred by the words but disconnected to their validity. “I’m nobody. I did what I needed to survive and that’s all, nothing any other girl like me wouldn’t have done in the same position. I’m not special or ‘exceptional’ I’m just … nothing. I’m not worth anything, not even close.” So much self-deprecation in the face of my bruised emotions, fuelled with his words that bring out only a heavy hollow pain that makes me want to cry. He frowns at me steadily, tilting my face to him with a finger under my chin and wipes my cheek with his thumb to remove the trace of my tear.