Until The World Ends

You Have Every Right To Hate Me

Milton was alone, and he was going to die. He was going to die alone. He knew it. He knew his mother would never sacrifice her mission to save him. He had accepted that. However, he hadn't prepared for how painful it would be to watch her turn her back on him as he pleaded for his life. In hindsight, he wasn't sure why he even bothered to scream and beg, as if it would make any difference. Something else he hadn't prepared for was that accepting death proved to be a lot harder the first time. Being in transition, alone in a random bedroom in a place full of supernaturals, shutting himself out from the sound of heartbeats and the smell of blood as he awaited the inevitable was agonizing.

He considered putting himself out of his misery early before his 24 hour window caught up to him. He wasn't sure how he would do it or even how it would work, though. He was in transition, not quite human, not quite vampire. Would he need to be staked? Could he still die in all the ways a human would die?

He attempted to center himself, inhaling sharply and exhaling shakily before moving from his seated position on the bed to kneel on the floor. He folded his hands in front his face before closing his eyes. He figured he should probably say a prayer for his soul or something like that. There was an air of uncertainty around him.

Before he could begin, he was interrupted by a knock at the door. He jumped slightly, turning his attention toward the source of the sound before getting up off of the floor and slowly approaching the door.

He assumed it was probably Lizzie checking up on him again.

When he opened the door, however, he was surprised to see that it wasn't Lizzie, but Kaleb.

Kaleb was holding a bag and appeared antsy, shifting and fidgeting rather than standing still.

"Hey man, can we talk?" he asked sheepishly.

Milton blinked, unsure of how to respond. He simply stepped out of the way to allow the other access into the room.

With some hesitation, Kaleb entered the room, and Milton promptly shut the door behind him.

"Lizzie told me you're not completing the transition," Kaleb said.

Milton nodded before chuckling bitterly.

"And I guess all it took was me dying for you to stop avoiding me," he said.

Kaleb looked down in shame before looking back up again, still unable to meet Milton's venomous gaze. He shook his head.

"Look, I'm sorry-" he began.

"You should be," Milton interrupted. "I am not my mother. I never did anything to any of you and you - you killed me. I'm gonna die, because of you. So if you're here to try to clear your conscious, don't bother. You deserve to feel bad. You deserve to carry whatever guilt you may have for the rest of your life, which, I know for you people, is a forever. You're a monster!"

He raised his voice more than he had intended to, but he didn't care. At that point, he was seething with rage. He had never felt so angry in his entire life. He didn't know he could feel so much anger. He looked at Kaleb, who appeared hurt. Milton never wanted to hurt anyone on purpose. That's not who he was. However, in that moment, when looking at Kaleb, all he wanted was to hurt him more.

Kaleb nodded.

"You hate me. You have every right to hate me," he responded.

"Don't tell me what I already know," Milton snapped.

Kaleb paused for a moment, looking away before looking back at the other.

"What I did was fucked up, okay? I know that, now. I own that. But I can't take it back. I wish I could, but I can't. But, you? You don't have to die," Kaleb said.