Page 104 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Casey***

Damn, it’s hot. Why is it so hot? Ethan, crank up the A/C.

Ethan? Ethan? Where the hell is he? There’s sweat dripping down my back, my

arms, and pooling under my breasts. I try to wipe my brow, but for some reason,

I can’t move. I can’t move! Ethan, help me! No, he’s not coming. I’m all alone.

He’s most likely with Shae. What would he want with a suicidal maniac? Where

the hell am I anyway?

I blink, and suddenly I’m in a field again. This one is

different. There are no bright flowers. I’m surrounded by yellow grass and… nothingness.

At least I can move now. Where’s Sheriff? He was here in my last dream. A howl sounds

in the distance, and I start to make my way toward it. Sheriff, is that you?

Come on, handsome. I could use your company right now.

Nothing. You intend on making me come to you, huh?

Casey.

Ethan! Get me out of here, please!

I’m so sorry, my love. Please forgive me.

Forgive you for what?

Isn’t there something we can do to make her more

comfortable?

We could try an ice bath.

Clara! Guys, please, I’m getting scared….

I’ll get the ice.

Don’t leave me, Ethan! Ugh… What am I supposed to do here?

Why am I here? Why has he left me to wander aimlessly in a barren wasteland? Is

this hell? Am I dead? No, this must be a dream. I get it, God. I won’t try to

kill myself again, I promise. Just let me wake up.

Come on, honey.

Ethan! You came back for me! Ahh, sweet relief. At least

it’s not so hot anymore. Another howl draws my attention, and I spot Sheriff

standing at the edge of the field. Come on, boy, come on. He starts toward me

at a trot, picking up speed as he gets closer. I drop to my knees, arms

outstretched, waiting for him.

A snarl to my left scares me and knocks me on my ass. I turn

around and meet the icy-blue stare of my father’s killer. You! I look back to Sheriff,

and he’s running wildly, growling in anger.

Come to me, Casey.

No! You killed my father. You killed my babies!

You’re mine now.

I don’t know what it is, but I feel compelled to go to him.

A part of my brain is telling me to run like hell in the opposite direction and

the other part is telling me the right thing to do is go to him. No! I have to

fight it.

I’m coming for you, Casey. You’re mine.