Prologue
It was the middle of the night when the family got the news. Everyone was asleep. The doorbell rang and when there was no answer, the pounding began. It continued for awhile, when finally, Mr. Jones answered the door.
“What in the hell?”
There was an explanation for the disturbance. There was a gasp that followed. There were tears streaming. Mrs. Jones fell to her knees. Sarah had just awoken. She was home from college, visiting her parents for the weekend. Her visit had been wonderful, until those awful, disgusting words left the officer’s lips.
“I’m so sorry. Your son, Miles, is dead.”
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October 31st. Halloween. It’s the time of year when everything is at its darkest. Everything is cold. Everyone is someone they are not. And no one can hear your screams. At least that was the definition of Halloween for Miles Jones. That was the definition constructed by him, for him the night he died alone.
The night started off so wonderfully. . .
He didn’t belong here. He had walked into the wrong party, but he wasn’t going to leave. Not after he saw her standing there. She had long, wavy blonde hair and the most captivating green eyes he had ever seen. Her eyes were so bright through the dark paint on her face. Even dressed as some sort of dark monster, she was amazing.
Miles had heard about her, he had seen her before, he had lusted over her, but he had never met her. Calista. Even her name was beautiful. She had graduated already, but was still the “it” girl at the university. No one could claim the tiara she held tightly in her perfectly manicured grasp. She was a gorgeous woman with a great future ahead of her. She was sure to never be alone.
Halloween was a night of risks and Miles was going to take a big one; he was going to go talk to her. He unbuttoned the red plaid shirt he was wearing, just enough, and he stood up tall.