5 Questions

Question 3

Leo was still looking disgusted while picking up his next shot. When his eyes met mine again I knew I wouldn't like the next question. But what else did I expect? This game really was a bad idea.

"Tell me detective, wh-", he started, just to be interrupted again.

"Elliot."

He raised an eyebrow, confused and annoyed with the interruption.

"Pardon?"

"We are playing a game at my house. You can call me by my name, by now. No more detective shit. It's just Leo and Elliot. You can even call me El, if you want.", I winked.

Another eye roll.

"Fine. Tell me, Elliot,", he emphasized my name, " Why do you want to die?"

Leo quickly tilted the glass and swallowed the blue liquid. This time without coughing but he was still obviously cringing at the taste. I watched a drop of the blue liquid that just disappeared down Leo's throat escape the corner of his mouth before it was wiped away with the sleeve of Leo's jacket.
Wait, there was a question to answer, right? And then it hit me. Only now, a few minutes after the question was asked did my brain finally recognize what Leo just asked. Fuck. I froze, eyes wide and staring at Leo. We are really going there, aren't we? I really didn't want to answer.

"I....Why don't you tell me, asshole."

Dodging the question. Of course, I already broke the two rules to my own game. This bastard just knew how to get under my skin. 

Not good.

"I would like to hear it from you."

That fucker had the audacity to smirk at me. He went from mad and sad to smug and teasing. If I hadn't been furious I would have admired the way the smirk actually looked good- natural- on his stupid face. I bit the inside of my cheek and tried to push down the anger boiling inside of me. I leaned back in my chair, crossed my arms. I knew I must have looked like a little kid but I didn't care. I scoffed before finally answering:

"I am a 32-year-old guy, who doesn't have any friends nor a partner or a family. I drink more alcohol than anything else; I smoke and live alone in a big house. I still haven't been promoted and had to watch all my colleagues becoming more successful than me over the past 10 years and you still feel the need to ask me why I want to die? Aren't you supposed to be smart?"

The stupid android just raised an eyebrow in challenge. This guy really knew how to piss me off.

I didn't know why but I continued:

"I have no purpose in life. No one I can go to when things go bad, no one I can trust, especially not myself. There are so many better detectives out there than me, my whole family is dead or doesn't care about me. So tell me, super-robot, why the fuck am I even still alive?!", my voice became louder the longer I went on.

Pathetic, that's what I was. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes a sad smile on my lips.

"Why don't you do us all a favor and just kill me already. I know you want to.", my voice was just barely audible but I knew that Leo heard me.

I waited for an answer. But nothing came. We continued to sit in silence with my eyes closed and Leo probably looking at me with pity. Or maybe with contempt. I was too scared to open my eyes to look for myself. 

Fucking pathetic.