In The Moonlight
by Veronica Bates at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Veronica Bates
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locations is purely coincidental.
I was in a beautiful, lush forest. Sunlight streamed through the trees, casting a bright gleam on the green leaves and foliage. I ran swiftly through the forest, sweeping past trees and jumping across logs and stones, enjoying the feel of the wind in my hair and the sounds of birds tweeting. Suddenly, a dark object ran past me. I stopped, feeling dread, and looked around my surroundings but saw nothing. I was disconcerted and began running again, to get away from the weirdness that just happened. I thought that thing was following me. I looked behind me but saw nothing. My heart beat faster. I picked up my running. I knew something was following me, I could just feel it. My lungs ached but I hauled ass. That thing was so close, right behind me, it could smell me. My adrenaline was pumping. I ran faster. That thing reached out to grab me and-
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Fucking alarm, I wanted to kill it. I woke up disorientated from the dream. The harder I tried to remember it, the more fleeting it became, until it was bits of vague flashes; A forest; Running; Something scary. I sighed and got out of bed.
Before I had to get ready for work, I checked my phone for any messages. I had one from Mikey, which said, “Sup Jerm. Cocos tonite @ 9 dont forget or be late”. Oh, yeah, Coco's, a local club, was hosting an 80's party tonight, which would turn out either hilariously bad or boringly uneventful. With Mikey, though, things were always interesting. Mikey and I have been friends for a long time, practically since childhood. We went through a long, awkward goth phase together when we were teenagers, except Mikey never really grew out of it, and in fact still insists on being called Xavier, his middle name, which nobody humors him on. Mikey... wished he were British. He idolized the punk and new wave bands of old. He also had a huge crush on David Bowie but, as far as my gaydar could tell, Mikey was straight. Fortunately for me, though, he was never curious about my dating life, and was satisfied with my completely made up lies like “found a girl on OKCupid but...” et cetera. Basically, I was still in the closet, nobody knew I was gay, and I was quite happy with that mystery for the time being.