You grew up with an abusive father, so your mom had fled with you and your older brother. Sadly, your older brother also hit you around. Your mom did try to stop him, but he was so violent..

The home you were now in was literally in the middle of nowhere. It had a big abandoned church next to it. You layed in bed, staring up at the ceiling with tired eyes.

Then you felt a hand creeping onto your shoulder.

"I'm Milo.."

You stared at the boy, met with dark eyes boring into your soul. He had pale skin and slightly tousled dark hair.

"Wanna watch a movie if you can't sleep? They're fun.. home movies. You'll like them."

He sounded emotionless. He scared you.