Epistles [Book 1]: Mr. Nobody | Complete

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Dear Mr. Nobody,
Which parts of my story actually happened? And which parts were all in my head? You were my spiral into madness; the worst of them all. You were a villain painted hero, all that time. And you played it so well. Congratulations.

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Day Thirteen.
12-07-2015

After that night, I didn't see Nobody for two months. Had he run away? But then, where would he go? He didn't know the first thing about survival. Not in the real world. Not, especially, in Canapé.

I woke up early that morning, dizzy and nauseous.

I stumbled to the bathroom and sat on a wooden stool in the shower. I couldn't imagine standing the entire time. No part of me ached, yet still I felt so much pain.

I swung my legs back and forth, allowing the hot water to pour over me like heavy rain.

Part of me also felt rushed, like I needed to hurry up and get out of the shower.

I was unsafe.

Was the door locked?

I was nodding off to sleep when I heard the door open.

"You've been-"

I yelled at the sudden voice in the room, reaching for my towel, my arms flailing from a space in the shower curtain.

I gave up eventually, fixed the curtain and accepted my fate. I was going to die. My heart skipped too many beats for me to count as my paranoia shot through the roof.

There was a tapping sound against the curtain.

"Why won't you answer me?"

The person attempted to separate the curtains once more and at that very moment I grabbed them to cover my naked body.

The hooks snapped and the curtains came crashing down.

"Rue, what the-"

Jesse squeezed the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

"What do you want?" I demanded, aggressively.

He dropped his hand, "To know why you've been in the shower for so long, I-"

He stopped, tilting his head slightly to look at me.

"What are you doing?" I raised my foot to kick him but missed.

"You're not even naked, Robin."

I crumpled the top of the curtain in my fists and peered down at myself.

I was still in my pajamas, now dripping wet.

"You're losing your mind," he muttered, "Not again..."

Jesse went over to the medicine cabinet for the same nerve pills he had offered me the second day I had seen Nobody.

"You should call in sick," he said, shaking two of the tablets into his hand.