The First Flight of the Moon

A short story to be read along side Kid Cudi's "Satellite Flight"

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Chapter 8: The dream isn’t reality

[Play In My Dreams 2015]

Trent continued to free fall further and further into darkness. Passing moments in his past that he had been regretting. Moments that were out of his control but were still horrible memories. He finally hit an end point, but he didnt land violently as he had anticipated. It was as if he had been laying down the whole time and just realized it. He than began to hear a familiar voice “wake up……wake up!” as the voice seemingly got closer, he recognized it as his own. The command continued getting louder each time it was spoken. “WAKE UP!” The last one came with a physical feeling of a slap on the forehead . Trent flung up with powerful force. As he sat up the sun crossed his eyes and made him squint. He raised his hand to block the rays. Trent thought back on his dream/nightmare. “What does it mean?” he said to himself aloud. Just as he finished the sentence he noticed that he was drenched in sweat. More sweat than he had ever generated in his life. He looked at his hands turning his palms in and out to make sure it was reality. He used the age old trick and pinched his tricep. “Ahh fuck!”…..Yeah it was real, he thought. His blurt out came with the sound of a body tustuling and rolling over on sheets. He whiped his head over in concern to make sure the most important part of the nightmare was not real. He was relieved to see Zoey just where he had left her and just as sweaty as him. He chuckeled a little to himself and stood up facing the window with the sun beaming on his face. The dream was not reality.

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Chapter 7: What's Inside?

And there he stood face to face with the man that made him leave on this adventure in the first place. He spoke again “Dad?” but got no answer. Trent took this moment of silence to observe the figure in front of him. It was the same man that he had seen back at home but something was off that he could not figure out. As he finished analyzing he heard the familiar grungy and rude voice come from the figure “are you gonna let me in or what ? ” The figure walked in brushing right past Trent as if he expected him to follow him through the room.  His expectations were correct. Trent walk in behind him and closed the door. Something still wasn’t right. Trent could feel all of the feeling and vibes that he had felt from his foster dad but something just still wasn’t right. He continued to ponder in his head what it could possibly be that was off but really could not figure it out. As trent turned around from closing the door the figure was right in his face it’s eyes were piercing seemingly looking into his soul.

[Play Internal Bleeding]

The figure looked almost inhuman and Trent was starting to get freaked out. He was sure now that he was not dealing with something that he has ever known before. This being was warped and uncontrollable. Before the figure began to even speak Trent began Backing up. He felt the most pressure and doubt that he had ever felt before in his life. He felt the feeling of failing and not being able to recover from that failure . He felt the feeling of ridicule from everyone around him. He saw the hate from those people in front of him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “You need to stay in line!” “ you will fail!” The faces switched through out the comments from peers from school, to family members, to even staff from the hotel. The last stop was Zoey which hurt the most “Go Home!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. Trent is in tears at this point “FUCKING STOP!” he cried. The faces stopped and Zoey’s face emerged smiling. Trent felt safe. He felt normal like nothing had happened. She kissed him and pulled him close pointing down. Trent looked down with a smirk on his face and is shocked to see a knife shimmering in the dim light of the hotel room. He looked back up. Its the figure of his “dad”  that he had opened the door for originally. “You should have never thought you could leave” He felt a swift sharpening in his abdomen. The figure had plunged the knife into him. Trent looked down and then forward in shock as he had seen himself now holding the knife. “Hold on” he said in terror. Blood spilled from his mouth as he flung back towards the door. He hit the door and broke through it almost immediately he flew down looking up at his own figure until it disappeared into the darkness. Eventually all he saw was nothing. He was lost. Trent couldn’t speak he felt…NOTHING.

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Chapter 6: After Effects

When Trent woke up it was still dark out . He squinted his eye at the digital clock that the hotel had. It’s 5:26. He no longer felt any of the effects of the drugs or alcohol. He smirked and looked over to where he had left zoey hours before. Trent was shocked to see no one there. No trace of her not even a single strand of hair. Zoey’s shoes were there however. Trent thought to himself “maybe she went to get something from her room,” But that didn’t explain why everything else was missing. Trent decided he would go out and look for her. He put his jeans back on and just a shirt (he didn’t expect to be going outside) and he walked out of the door. (Play “Too bad i have to destroy you now”) As he made his way down the hallway he noticed a lot of people were out of there room some looked at him as he passed and some he could tell wanted to but were not brave enough to make eye contact. It was almost like they had all had a meeting about him and had just been talking shit the whole time. He made it to the lobby and only encountered the same thing. People staring seemingly into his soul. He decided to ignore it after a while and continue on his quest. Nothing could possibly ruin his mood after the night he had. He searched through the crowd of people scanning every face and looking for someone missing shoes. Aside from some teenagers that had likely been skinny dipping there was no one. He walked back to his room with a feeling of disappointment. When he got back his door had been open just a crack. He flung the door open hoping to see Zoey’s bright eyes but instead he saw the shoes that she had left gone along with his wallet and keys. A note was left on the mirror. “Thank you for a great night. I’m sorry but i think i need this more than you. ~ Z” Trent stood there for 5 minutes in disbelief. Then came the anger then the sadness. He thought about breaking the mirror and had come close when suddenly there is a knock on the door. Trent wipes away the tears and flings the door open hoping that maybe she had forgotten something or maybe she regretted leaving him. Trent stares at the figure with a look of pure confusion. “….Dad?”

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Chapter 5: A Sexual Encounter

          Trent stumbled to his hotel room. He was partly inebriated but still functional.  Zoey had gone to her room to get a few “things” that she said he would like and also to change. He sat there talking to himself and laughing at a few things he had said in his head. He stood up and looked out the window as if he had been waiting for something or someone else. He wasn’t though. He was just excited for Zoey to come back. Just as he had finished looking in his nose in the mirror ,to check for hairs, there was a hard knock on the door. His eye brows perked up and his imaginary tail started wagging. “Rtttoom Service” He was sure it was her. He opened the door just a little and peaked through and….it wasn’t her. It was a middle aged Swedish woman with a large hairy mole on her chin and a lazily shaven mustache. She smirked and said it again “Rtttoom Service?” Trent smiled back with clear disappointment on his face “No thank you” He went to close the door and a skinny ankle slid in through the crack. Zoey stood up in the door way she was wearing her street clothes now and now had her hair in a pony tail. “ you cheatin on me already?” Trent smiled at the thought of even dating her and said “yup, she does it better.” “ does what…better?” Zoey said leaning back and waiting for an answer. Trent smiled and looked down to hid his timidness. Zoey laughed to break the silence and Trent felt better. She started to unload her small backpack that seemed to not be so small by the time she pulled everything out. There were a bunch of snacks,some beer ,plates, cards, movies and even a change of clothes for her. “what are you running away from home?” Trent said “ No, we cant all be like you!” as she said that she pulled out the last thing in the bag. it looked like a bunch of shribbled up apple cores. “WHAT ARE THOSE?” he said pointing at the bag. Zoey looked down at her shoes and then redirected her eyes at what he was pointing at. She smirked and said “ idk why don’t you try them for yourself?” Trent’s face cringed up. He knew what they were but he had never in his wildest dreams thought he’d ever try them nor did he think he’d even want to for that matter.  “ Maybe a little later okay?” he said “ OOOOKAAY ill hold you to that” she said. They cracked a beer open and the “party” began. There night started off with more beers and snacks of course. They ate about half the snacks before they got bored and grabbed the cards. “Hey how about some strip poker” Trent was terrible at poker but he complied anyway because he was drunk. “okay” he said. Zoey got Trent all the way down to his jeans and socks before Trent gave up and wanted to do something else. Trent picked up his bag to look for more comfortable clothes to put on. Zoey noticed the action figure had fallen out and she grabbed it. “So why is the hell do you keep this old thing?”she said making the old power ranger figure walk across Trent’s shin. “It just reminds me of my youth i guess” he said glaring out the window again. “Well i think you should try this now…” She whipped out the bag again. She threw a few into her mouth and swallowed them then held it out in front of him as if to show that they aren’t bad. Trent felt like he had no other choice.He grabbed a couple and threw them into his mouth without chewing them. He grabbed the last beer and chugged it down so that he would not taste any of it. “Not so bad was it ya big baby?” It actual wasn’t Trent thought to himself.  He didn’t really feel the effects for a while and thought “what is the purpose of even doing this?” as he thought this he looked over at Zoey she was poncing around the room like a rabbit and looking at him like he was supposed to be as well. “come on!” she said persuasively. He looked at her very confused. Then it happened. It hit him like a rock. Everything became warped and his mission became to pounce around with her. It was nothing like being drunk at all. it was new to him and he loved it! he Felt like he was obligated to do this with her and nothing would stop him they bounced around until they got tired. Trent had a long tube sock tied around his head and he felt like a commander. He laid there breathing hard as if he had just run 12 miles but he hadn’t really been sweating much. He was wandering why it had gotten so quiet.

(Start Balmain Jeans Here)

Until he felt those eyes looking at him again. He looked up and Zoey was staring at him but not the same stare as before. A stare as if she wanted something from him. She had dropped her shorts and took off the shirt she was wearing and was now in her bra and panties. She slowly walked towards Trent. Trent’s heart was beating at a nonhuman like pace but he was ready. She got to the bed and she crawled towards him. Neither of them said a word but they knew what was coming. She got to him and there lips met at the same time. He felt a charge going through his body like electricity and he knew she felt it too. It was like they were connected by some strange power. Trent had still only had his jeans and the sock on his head. The sock came off fairly quick and  Zoey eventually went on to help him to take off his jeans as he undid her bra. soon they were both completely vulnerable. They just looked at each others naked bodies and smiled. Zoey pulled a condom out of her bag and threw it at Trent. Of course he dropped it but picked it up quickly so he didn’t ruin the moment. Zoey went to lay on the bed as Trent put it on. He took a deep breath to get rid of any bit of nervousness and he climbed on the bed with her. She asked “are you ready?” as if she knew he was a virgin. Trent nodded and pushed in slowly. He felt as if there souls were connected. he didn’t know if it was the drugs or if this is how it honestly felt. They both seemed to be enjoying it and enjoying each other. they kept eye contact  for most of the time. Trent was finished in about 15 mins . They laid next to each other breathing heavily but saying nothing. Trent’s hand laid there alone until Zoey’s hand slowly came over to meet his. Trent being too nervous that he hadn’t done well stayed quiet for what seemed like 20 mins( it was actually only 5 minuets)Eventually he looked at Zoey who had apparently fallen asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window until he eventually was falling asleep himself. He was proud of himself.

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Chapter 5 and story about the story

Just checking in to let you know chapter 5 is going to be one of the longest chapters. I just realized it while i was writing it. I also just wanted to let you guys know the story behind this. I actually wrote most of this story a year and a half ago and i just didn't know what to do with it so it just sat around in a notebook for that long. I did think about putting it up somewhere but i just never got around to it and wasn't really comfortable with it i guess. I'm actually happy i waited though because i am a better writer now and i have actually added a lot to the original and it's coming out just how i want it to. It's taking a bit longer because i don't want to rush anything and i want it to flow the right way. Hopefully you all like it so far. Feedback has been positive for the most part so far so thank you and keep the feedback coming and keep reading! THANK YOU!

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CHAPTER 5

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Chapter 4: Safely in Orbit

(Start Copernicus Landing)

Trent had been driving for a little while now and the sun had started to come up. he stopped by a 711 for a second to stretch his legs and stock up on all the essentials and then he was back on the road. He had made it out of the city and was now passing through large fields of grass and wheat he could tell he was in Pennsylvania now. He watched the large wheat crops sway side to side in the wind and he smiled at his bravery. He was genuinely happy to be so far away from that place and even happier about what the future held for him. The sun had risen over the crops and onto Trent’s face. He had decided in that moment that he had made a good decision and that this was fate. His head turned over to where the moon had been when he left and  he smiled . He then proceeded to scream at the top of his lungs just because he could. This new feeling of freedom had rushed through his body. Sure he had been able to do what he wanted back there but this time it’s just him. Not having to worry about anything or anyone bothering him.Trent cranked the radio all the way up and started to scream the lyrics of whatever was playing ,missing a word here or there but still keeping with the rhythm. He took in his surroundings and kept his windows down the whole time. He was home. This positive mood carried him for a few more miles and then he got hungry. He drove a little bit longer until he spotted a hotel that had been connected to a bar and grill. He walked in the lobby and booked a room. He thought about using a different name just for the hell of it but decided against it last minuet. (He wouldn’t have been able to keep a straight face anyway.) He dropped all his stuff off in the room and sat down on the bed for a little until his stomach reminded him why he stopped.  Trent picked up his wallet and room key and he was headed for the bar and grill. He stopped at the ATM and deposited $500. Once he made it down there he wasn’t very impressed, but decided he would make the most of it. He sat down in one of the booths on the side of the place and ordered a burger and fries. He ordered a coke and drank it down about halfway so that he could pour some vodka into it. He had snuck it in the bar in a water bottle that he kept tucked in his coat pocket. He finished the burger which he had found average and the fries which were soggy but that didn’t matter he was just happy to eat. He was almost done with his drink when he felt someone staring at him. He looked up at the bar and it was a woman that he thought was maybe in her early or even mid 20s. She looked away immediately, which was something Trent just wasn’t use to. Well he was used to doing it himself, but someone else doing it to him? Now that was a weird feeling. He felt like just paying his bill and walking out because he was so nervous, but then he thought to himself “New life…Grow some balls man!” He stepped in her direction and walked towards her. She was looking down but making it obvious that she had seen him approaching. His heart was beating 3000 bpm he pressed his palm on the bar counter and said “hilow.” His face was immediately flush. He was so embarrassed. He managed to screw up the first word he had ever said to this girl up. He stood there with an uncomfortable but confident smile. The woman looked up and laughed. The first thing Trent noticed was her smile and her teeth. They were both so perfect. “Hilow” she repeated back to him. They both laughed and the nervousness immediately seemed to be lifted off of his mind and body. Her name was Zoey and she was only 21. Zoey was already working for the hotel for about 3 years and came down to the bar to blow off steam. “ Why in the hell would room service have some damn Ketchup soup” “I mean what the hell is that?” “isn’t that the same as tomato soup?” She was funny and Trent loved that. As the night went on and they both got more inebriated. (one legally.) They began to open up more. She went on to say how she felt alone and that she didn’t trust anyone and Trent felt exactly the same. They went on and on until the bar closed down at 1 A.M. Trent knew he had to make a move and the rest of that drink would give him the courage to do just that. He gulped the last of the vodka/water bottle, that wasn’t much of a secret anymore and he said it. “Do you wanna…come up to my room?” Zoey chugged down the rest of her drink and said “….sure”

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SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

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CHAPTER 4

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CHAPTER 3: Hours Before Launch/Takeoff

(DO NOT START THE SONG YET)

Trent woke up mid day with an awful hangover. He closed the blinds and got on his bed. He tucked a pillow under his neck that had been in pain because of the way that he landed on it the night before. Trent still felt the confidence in his plan that he did last night, but he knew he had to go during the night to make a “clean escape.” He chugged a few bottles of water and went back to sleep. Trent woke up at exactly 6:37. His strange absence from the house for that long went unnoticed of course. He scooted up and sat on the edge of the bed thinking and wondering about the effects of him leaving this place so abruptly. What about his job?, where will he go?, and he also gave some thought to Kay, and how she would be effected. He hunched over and looked at his backpack. I hope nobody saw this stuff, he thought to himself. He heard feet coming towards his room. He sluggishly but aggressively looked for somewhere to put his bag so it at least looked untouched as it had been the night before. Just as he got done pushing the book bag into the closet someone knocked. “come in,” He yelled in a monotone voice. The door opened slowly and his “mom” appeared with a plate of muffins and biscuits. she handed it to him and left without saying a word, which was common for her. Trent noticed that there was something stuck to the bottom of the plate. He ripped it off and saw that it was a small piece of paper taped with a band-aid. the note read “ I don’t know what you’re planning on doing with that backpack , but i put the keys to my car in the front pocket while you were asleep. I’ll tell your father that you went to get it fixed by a friend. Please be careful and if you don’t ever come back i understand and i wish you the best of luck.”  Trent looked up confused and strangely felt like his mother actually cared for him. He had never felt or had even seen this side of her before. He also felt even more positive that he had to go through with his plan and that this was what he had to do. Just as he had finished emptying the muffins and biscuits he hadn’t eaten into a grocery bag to take with him, the door flung open. A loud whistle went off “GET UP OFF OF THAT THANG!” It was Kay. She continued blowing the whistle then threw it at Trent. He tried to catch it,but it hit him in the hand and ricocheted into the close. Trent tried to act mad for a little bit but eventually couldn’t help but smile and start dancing like her. he started dancing like an idiot and again. He didn’t care. Kay sat down out of breath “What are you doing tonight?” before he had a chance to answer she continued “Wanna come to the club with me and cassandra?”(one of her stupid overly dramatic friends) he rolled his eyes at the thought of even being in the car with her. “Nah, i have something to do tonight. Maybe some other night.” She snapped back almost instantaneously. “what do you have to do besides get wasted and run through the city like a fool?” Trent smirked “oh you heard about that?” he said smugly as if he was proud. “of course i did you know i got eyes everywhere and plu…..ARE YOU ACTUALLY USING THE BAG I GOT YOU?”  Trent looked at her then at the bag and nodded nervously. “ Its a miracle. what’s in it?” He made up a lie quickly “ I put all the old clothes that don’t fit me anymore in there. I’m going to donate them”  “Aww, how noble of you young man!” She grabbed his cheeks and pulled his face back and forth until he ripped away. “ Well punk, I’ve got better ish to do, catch ya on the flip side!” she walked out and closed the door behind her. Trent walked up and locked it and turned around to start up his Xbox for one last session. He played through his collection of 7 games giving each one an appropriate amount of time. it was 12:45 AM. He heard Kay leaving and yelling with her friends out the window “GIRL’S NIGHT!” He mimicked them and laughed to himself. He sat on his bed and took a deep breath and stood up. It was time.

(START THE SONG NOW)

Trent threw his back pack next to the window and put on his old raggedy cap. He knew it was a matter of time before his “father” came home drunk and disoriented. his father did just that about an hour later. Trent waited for him to stumble up to the house and walk in. by the time his dad had gotten into the house Trent was already dressed in his coat and gloves and jeans. His ears caught the sound of his “father” closing the front door and that’s how he knew it was time for him to get moving. He stepped through the window and pulled his book bag through after him. He looked in and his heart dropped as he saw that the keys had fallen out and were on the floor in the middle of the room. The moon had illuminated them and gave them a bright glare as if he was meant to see the keys and only the keys. He stepped back in the room though the window and snatched up the keys. Just as he had turned to go back outside he heard his “fathers” big clumpy foot steps coming. He grabbed Trent’s door knob and twisted it violently. Trent was frozen in fear and just stared at the door waiting for it to bust open, but it suddenly stopped and his “father” walked away. Trent climbed back out of the window and sprinted as fast as he could to his mothers car that had been parked across the street. Trent got in and threw his bag into the passenger seat next to him as of he had a companion on his trip. He grabbed the wheel with a determined and satisfied look on his face as if he had accomplished the hardest part of his adventure.  He checked the radio, light,mirror and windows as if he were in a space shuttle that was getting ready to launch. He was finally ready to go. He pulled out of the parking spot and he was on his way. He look back in the mirror at the apartment and then shifted his eyes back on the road. He was starting a new chapter in his life…

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CHAPTER 3

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TRACK'S

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Chapter 2: Death of Thoughts/Birth of Actions

   Trent, having just witnessed his father slip out of his car drunk out of his mind, got up and put on his coat, his hat, and gloves. He peaked under his bed to see if he could find that bottle he had put under there last week , which at first seemed to be missing but the glimmer of the cap gave away it's hiding spot. He snatched the bottle up quickly, and crept out of the window as quietly as possible. He stayed smooth and silent and sly until he got to the sidewalk. His foot hit the sidewalk and he cracked the bottle open and took a big gulp with no chaser. He thought he could take the burn but he spit half of it out and almost choked as his shot out of his nose. " Okay, how about baby sips" he said to himself.The town he lived in was so quiet that cops never really bothered anyone unless it was a real emergency, so trent felt safe enough to keep the bottle out in the open on his walk. Trent had been walking for a while and was now coming up on the main part of town. He could see the lights coming from around the corner. By the time he had made it to the corner he was feeling Nice. 

(start the song here)

Trent was feeling excellent. He ran through the clustered sidewalk yelling and making a fool of himself and he honestly didn’t care. He felt free. He felt as if all he needed at that moment was him and his bottle. For a second he thought of how depressing it was that this was what brought him joy but then he threw up in a bin in the ally of some pizza shop. He whiped off his mouth and the rage-fest was back on. He continued through the city singing to himself and tucking the bottle away to hide from the occasional cop. By the time he had made it to the end of the city the rest of the bottle was gone. He had finished the bottle to himself. Trent Climbed to the top of a hill and aligned himself with the moon. He sat down to observe it. It was yellow. In his head he took this as a sign…it was almost time to go. He didn’t mean just go home. He mean’t it was time for him to leave the whole situation he was in and had been in for far too long in his mind. He didn’t know where he was going. He just knew he had to go! He sprinted back home as fast as a severely drunk under aged boy could and dove through the window. He snatched up his bag that he had gotten for Christmas (his only gift besides the socks his mom gave to him.) He hadn’t used it yet other than to try it on that day. He started stuffing everything he could think of in this bag. First he stuffed another bottle in to the bottom (of course) he then stuffed an old crusty blue power ranger action figured that he had received for being good for the adoption people that came to see how his “parents” were doing with him when he was 8. Can’t believe they bought their act. I’m still here 12 years later, he thought to himself. He continued to stuff others things in from shirts, to jeans, and socks and underwear. In his manic effort to get everything to fit in the bag he knocked over the only framed picture of him and Kay. It cracked on the floor. He picked it up and looked at it for a while. I have to throw up, he thought to himself. he leaned out of the window and purged out his insides. He then turned around and passed out on the floor.