We Love You, Clawd

Interview Eight: Twyla Boogeyman

I didn't actually plan to do this one. Originally, it was just gonna be Clawd's family, Deuce, Draculaura and possibly Gory. But, as with Spectra's interview, I decided it would be beneficial to interview people slightly less affected directly, and more in other ways. And as Twyla was once Howleen's closest (and in some cases only) friend, I think those other ways can be looked at with her.

Twyla shuffles into the room, looking somewhat bored with everything despite not having even started.

Neighthan: Good morning.

Twyla: Hi, Neighthan.

She looks around at the walls of the room, checking for even the most subliminal, insignificant difference that allows her to focus her attention away from me.

Neighthan: How are you doing today, Twyla?

Twyla: Oh, fine, I guess. Nothing too spectacular.

Neighthan: What about Howleen?

Twyla: What about her?

She responds completely indifferently.

Neighthan: Well-I thought you guys fell out.

Twyla: You can think a lot of things, not all of them may be true.

Neighthan: So you guys are still friends?

Twyla: Wrong again.

Neighthan: Howleen said something happened between you guys, and you fell out.

Twyla: Howleen says and thinks a lot of stuff, Neighthan. Too much for her own good, if you ask me.

Neighthan: How do you feel about all this?

Twyla: What do you mean by "all this"?

Neighthan: I mean events such as Clawd's suicide, senior year coming up, Howleen not being friends with you anymore...

Twyla: I don't really care, to be honest.

Neighthan: You don't care about senior year? But-that's when you have life-defining exams, choose where to go after Monster High.

Twyla: I care about it in that respect, you have to in a way. On the other hand, I don't care about it because it's not here yet. I don't see a point in worrying about the future. And as for...what goes on in Howleen's family, I couldn't care less.

Neighthan: But they're your friends, going through a very traumatic experience.

Twyla: So? We all go through trauma. It's normal. It's-inevitable.

She says that with a notable deal of reluctance.

Twyla: And as for me and Howleen being "friends", I'm not sure we ever were friends.

Neighthan: Why do you say that?

Twyla: I don't know, maybe it's because I don't matter that much to her. Did I ever matter? Was she really gonna care about some introvert that tries to stop her exploring and learning lessons from her own experience? Didn't think so. Few others care for me in this school-she's no different. I thought she was, but she's not. And that's the cold, hard truth of it.

She looks back down with an expression of regret in her face, but there is also an element of spite and bitterness. Her face is like a knight thrusting their spur beyond the protective shield.

Twyla: I shouldn't be this dramatic. I'm used to this. I'm used to this.

Neighthan: You have every right to express your feelings, Twyla.

Twyla: I do, but that doesn't excuse me overreacting like this. I need to be giving advice right now, helping other people. That's what I usually do in times like this.