1Oct. 30 Devil's Night

Raven Derrick was walking home from work when it happened. As usual, she was taking the long way home to give her an excuse to walk past her best friend Eric Draven's loft. She had been hopelessly in love with him for as long as she had known him, but, alas, he was with someone else. Shelly Webster. The woman was perfect. She was beautiful, funny, caring, everything Raven wished she was. When she found herself standing in the middle of the sidewalk, gazing longingly at the window, she smacked herself and set her mind on getting home. "You can't keep going around like this," she said to herself. "Eric's getting married tomorrow night and there's no way in hell he's leaving Shelly for you." She hadn't even taken a step before she saw Eric fall from the six-story window and land with a sickening crunch on the sidewalk in front of her. "ERIC!" she screamed, falling to her knees and pulling his head into her lap. She knew he was dead, there's no way anyone could survive a fall like that, but she held him to her like there was some way she could save him. At this point, Raven was sobbing, holding Eric's head to her chest and running her fingers through his hair. She looked into his cold, lifeless eyes and whispered, "I love you." Then she heard sirens in the distance. A crowd had started to gather around Raven and Eric, and she was pulled to her feet and away from Eric's body. As the crowd grew, she was pushed outside of it. She gazed up at the loft window, wondering what happened to Shelly. She prayed that Shelly had lived. Then, tears still streaming down her face, Raven turned and ran the short distance to her apartment. She locked the door, went into the bathroom, and turned on the water in the bathtub. Raven then stripped down and wiped off as much of the eyeliner that had run down her cheeks with the tears as she could before stepping into the warm water. She took a deep breath, grabbed the razor off the edge of the tub, and slit her wrists. She then used what little strength she had left to grasp the gun she had laid next to the tub, place it to her head, and pull the trigger, her last words echoing through the room. "I love you, Eric Draven. Always and forever."