The Suicide Girl [Completed]

Character Interviews - Leo Holmes

I wait patiently as Leo slugs over towards the chair. He seems to worry about Julia, his eyes on the door intently. How.. weird. I snap my fingers in his face, and he reaches over to the reality.

"Leo," I say. "You may be the most hated character in this story. Even I hate you right now. How do you feel?"

"Eh, it doesn't really affect me," Leo replies, grinning maliciously. "It's great that no one likes me. Just wish some psychotic girl would decide to love me."

"What's this crazy obsession of yours, wanting to be in love?"

Leo grips the armrests of the chair, his ice blue eyes glowing sharply. Tristan glares from afar, making sure that Leo isn't going to do anything suspicious. "My parents— the ones I killed— were in love. Something my father did hurt my mother, and I didn't understand. I was probably only 13 at the time. That was when I realized that love was nothing but a charade. It isn't real. People just want to be in love to show that someone else who isn't their blood cares for them."

My hand nearly rips the card in two as he explains himself. "That's stupid. Love isn't like that. If you love someone, and it hurts to be with them, then they simply don't love you enough to be careful."

Leo laughs coldly at this. He leans over, his eyes filling with hatred. "What do you know about love, you filthy child? Look at you— a student with far-off dreams that you'll never reach. You've never been in love, so maybe you should shut up and continue asking questions. It's probably the only thing you're good at, huh?"

I feel my eyes stinging with tears from the words that are so familiar to me. Words that I have told myself coming from a character I wrote. "T-That's not true.." I whisper in a meek response. I clench my jaw to keep from sobbing like a stupid kid. Still holding onto the card, my arm raises up and wipes away the tears.

"I suggest that you take your own advice, Leo," a voice states. "Don't bully someone so young— that just shows how pathetic your range of targets is." I look up to see Cheryl, her eyes flickering intensely with lights. "Now, you're going to be a good little boy and answer all her questions, unless of course, you'd rather go back to hell headless." She spins off, standing next to Tristan. The couple glared harshly at Leo.

I quickly wipe away my tears awkwardly, looking at the card. "U-Um, next question.. Since you're dead, do you still wish to be with Cheryl?"

"Pfft. No," Leo replies quickly. He seems to have expected that question. "I'm actually interested in someone else right now—"

The doors to the room slam open, and Julia walks in. Her eyes have dried from the tears, and she sat down on a chair by the food table, ignoring everyone's gazes. Leo's eyes linger on her. It was pretty clear that he was now interested in her.

"Ahem," I clear my throat, smiling behind the card just the slightest bit. "Next question. Is there anything you'd like to address towards the haters?"

Leo glances at the camera. The cameraman jumps at his stare. A grin spreads across his face. "Fuck you." He looks back at me. "Next question?"

I stumble over my words until a sentence was finally constructed. "W-What're some fun facts about you?"

"I hate butterscotch. I'm on a quest to fall in love with the right person. I.. don't regret anything I've ever done. And I'm sorry for making you upset a few minutes ago," Leo says, slipping in a sleek apology.

I note that.

"Alright," I reply normally. My eyes flicker to the brunette sitting awkwardly in her seat. "Thank you for joining us. You can, um, accompany Julia back to the world of the dead."

Leo's eyes sparkle. "Y-Yes ma'am!" Julia grumbles something under her breath as Leo puts his arms around her shoulders, saying, "Author's orders~."