Dylan's POV

I can't get it out of my head. The look in Milo's eyes. The clear hatred he now felt towards me. It was all too much. I loved Milo. He had treated me different than anyone else. But I couldn't kill my whole family just to be with him. Even if they did deserve it. Like my dad.

I sighed, laying back on my bed and staring up at the ceiling. It hurt. It hurt to let him go. But why? How could I love and care for someone that was such a psychopath?

Because he treated you differently, screamed a voice in my head, he had faith in you and believed that you could become stronger...

Did you have to ruin what was shiny? Now it's all rusted...

Did you have to hit me, where I'm weak? Baby, I couldn't breathe...

And rub it in so deep, salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me...

And that was true. Milo always made me feel somewhat more confident than I was before. I still remember when I met him...

We had just gotten settled in at the new house. I was still shaken up from everything that had happened with dad and had awoken from a nightmare.

I'm still unsure if that was a nightmare caused from not watching a film or just from being scared of dad.

As I sat up in my bed and tried to catch my breath, I noticed a figure out of the corner of my eye.

I gasped loudly, looking at the figure. It was a boy, probably a couple of years older than me. He rose a finger up to his pale lips and "shh'd" me.

"W-Who are you?" I stuttered.

He smiled. "Hi Dylan. My name's Milo."

"How do you know my name?" I blinked, slightly scared of this "Milo".

"I heard your mom and your brother say it." He answered.

I blinked. "How long have you been here?" He rose a brow.

"Let's just say I use to live here."

"Wait..." I began. Zach had told me about what happened to the people that lived here before. "Didn't a family die here before?"

Milo nodded. "Correct. That was my family."

"So you're like...like a ghost?"

"Heh, something like that." Milo smirked slightly.

"But didn't the report say that an adult male, an adult woman, and three young girls were murdered?" I asked.

"Yeah. But didn't you hear the other part? A child went missing. A young boy. Can you guess who that is?" His smirk grew.

"What happened to you? How did you--"

"I'll tell you later." He promised with a soft smile.

I only nodded. "So...is it lonely for you?" I asked, after a moment of silence passed.

"Not really. There's some other kids here like me, too."

"There is?" I blinked.

He nodded his head. "I'll introduce you to them tomorrow." He said. "But for now, you should sleep. I think your mom is coming." He spoke softly, looking at my door.

I couldn't hear anything except for the soft hum of the wind. But since Milo was a ghost, I assumed he was capable of a lot of things.

I looked back at him. "Okay...are you going to stay?" I rose a brow as I laid myself down.

"Only until you fall asleep." He answered, sitting himself on the edge of my bed.

I nodded a little and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the ghostly presence in my room.

As I tried to go to sleep, I couldn't help, but wonder if this room was once Milo's room. But I didn't ask him. The question could wait until tomorrow.

That night was just the start of when my whole life would become chaotic. But then again, it also became...good. Because I was with Milo. I had Milo to comfort me and protect me. But not anymore.

'Cause, baby, now we got bad blood

You know it used to be mad love

So take a look what you've done

'Cause, baby, now we got bad blood...

How I wish we could have just stayed together...

It was about ten at night and Mom was working in the church. Meanwhile, I was sat up in my bed, talking to a dead boy that no one else could see.

This was just days before I found out who Milo and all the others really were.

Milo and I simply talked about, well, normal things. We talked about our day, our hobbies, our families, and whatever else came into mind.

"So, Dylan, I have a question for you." He smirked slightly.

"That smirk kinda scares me." I joked, smiling at him. "But shoot."

"Have you ever dated or kissed anyone before? You know, like a girlfriend or something."

My cheeks instantly grew hot and flushed with color. "Oh...uh...no...I...err...I never have..."

"Neither have I." Milo admitted. "No one was really my type."

I shrugged. "I'm just too shy..."

"Well you know...I might have a small idea."

I looked up into his soft dark eyes. "What is it?"

"We share our first kiss together." He responded.

My eyes widened. "W-What?"

"C'mon, I'll probably never get to kiss anyone." Milo groaned.

I laughed a little. "Okay, okay, fine..." I smiled at him again.

"Close your eyes." He directed, smiling himself.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes. Next thing I know, a pair of cold and chapped lips were pressed up against mine. My heart fluttered instantly and butterflies began to fly around in my stomach. I didn't know why I felt this way at the time. But I did know that it felt right.

I pressed my lips back against his and just kissed him. He moved his hand up to my cheek, cupping it as we kissed each other sweetly, but passionately.

Ever since then, we had become inseparable. But that was all over now. I would never be able to feel those cold lips of his against mine ever again.

I walked back to the house in a cold sweat, calming down fully once I was inside.

I could hear weird and incoherent noises coming from down in the basement. I didn't really want to go find out what it was. Especially since Milo and the others were probably pissed off at me. But curiosity got the best of me.

Did you think we'd be fine? Still got scars on my back from your knife...

I stumbled down the steps and descended into the pit of the basement. I looked around to see all of them sitting down except for Milo and...Zach?

Oh, no, I thought, they're going to replace me with Zach...

I looked at the screen. They were all watching some film of four people getting their teeth drilled out. This must have been the last film. The last film that I refused to watch.

I grimaced at the picture in the film and looked at Zach.

Had he watched all the other films already? Maybe I can convince him to stop watching this one...

I stepped up to Zach and began to pull on his arm. "Zach..." No answer. "Zach!" I yelled a little louder. Still, no answer. I began to scream his name. "Zach! Zach!!! ZACH!!!"

Suddenly, he whipped around and connected the palm of his hand to my cheek, knocking me onto the ground.

I winced and held my cheek, looking up at him. Zach looked...different. He looked psychotic.

So don't think it's in the past, these kinda wounds they last and they last...

"Go to bed, Dylan." He demanded, sternly, and turned back around, continuing to watch the film.

It was no use. Zach wouldn't listen to him. He never did before, anyway.

Milo walked over and knelt down in front of me, his dead features still present (which meant he was probably still angry). "Tell anyone of this, and He'll kill you and your whole family." He threatened.

My eyes widened slightly and I blinked a few times. I had never seen Milo like this before. I knew who that "He" was, though. It was that...that thing I saw when I ran into the church.

I didn't respond to Milo. I just watched as he walked back over to Zach.

Eventually, I stood back up and dashed out of the basement and up to my room.

And time can heal but this won't, so if you're coming my way, just don't...

I sighed as I thought of those three events. Milo meant so much to me and now I have to let him go. I have to hate him now. I have to face the fact that he's my enemy now. But I can't. And I won't. I never will. I'll always love Milo Jacobs.

All of the memories were too much for me. All I could do was just roll over onto my side and sob.

Milo...I hope you know that I still and always will love you...Even if you do hate me...I'll always love you. Always.

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