Living Dead | Onhold

chapter seven

After Camilla back stabbed me, i spent a lot of time away from home and away from Nicky. I didn't know how I'd feel having to look at him, knowing how slow his reflexes reacted.

I got to spend a lot of time with Milton. And over the cause of a month, I go to know a lot about our relationship back when we were both alive.

"Milton?"

"Yes, Ms Berry ?"

"You remember when we first met?" I took a deep breath, "you said i knew you before you died. What did you mean?"

"I meant just that."

"Come on, I'm really trying to remember stuff here. Please just show me."

He sighed, "Whatever Ms Berry wants."

I rolled my eyes and took his hand in mine. And the world around us drifted.

When I opened my eyes, we were back in our school. That's a possible place for our interaction.

"It's my first day." Milton said.

"Again?" I asked.

"Yeah, but later on that day. After the whole incident , you know...?"

"Oh yeah." I looked down, "sorry about that."

"Dont stress it." He said.

I took a look in the hallway, where young and terrified Milton was walking alone. He was headed towards the bathrooms when somebody pulled him inside the janitor's closet.

Me.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I did this time. I'm sorry. I'm New." He went on when he saw me.

"Shhhh! Be quiet!" I hushed, "I'm not gonna do anything to you. I come in peace."

"Well then, what may I do for you Miss?" He had calmed down a little.

"I uh... You know... I just..." I stattered, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry," I bowed my head, "I saw what my friends did earlier and even though I was laughing, I was really uneasy. It's not right to treat people like that. Bullying is not right you know... but... I'm just... I'm really sorry."

"You are?" He fixed his glasses and smiled.

"Of course!" I exclaimed, "I mean, I feel bad already."

"But you didn't do anything."

"And that's just it, Milton." I paused, "I dud nothing... when I could do something."

"You're forgiven miss." He paused, "but, how do you know my name?"

"You have a name tag." I pointed and laughed.

"Oh, yeah, my mom thought it'd be easier to make friends if the name tag was there."

I giggled, "no offense,but that's the worst advice ever." I paused, "it actually makes if harder for you to make friends because people often ask, 'what's your name?' when trying to make conversation. So you're not giving them a chance to even approach you with that name tag. Lose it this instance."