It had been three hours since I was sucker hugged and knocked out by my very own mother. When I finally did wake up this time, home was nowhere to be seen, just endless acres of woods on both sides of the street. Looking to the left I saw my mom in the driver’s seat eyes glued to the road with bags under her eyes. The fiery crimson hair was gone and so was the red violet skin and elf ears. Instead the premium caramel skin, just short of shoulder length, brunette hair, and perfectly proportioned ears I was accustomed too had returned.

We passed a billboard on the left side facing the cars driving in the opposite direction of us on the two lane road. I turned my neck and it popped with stiffness, oww, I exclaimed as I tried to read it through the back windshield. Thirty miles to Macon, the sign read. A road trip. Great, I thought as the memories from earlier that day surface along with even more memories that just like the last time I passed out I somehow know were not there before. Okay, that’s it, I said aloud as I turned back into my seat. Start talking mom…lady… whatever you are! I NEED Answers! Her response was very motherly and it went like this. “Boy, if you don’t change that tone in your voice I’m gonna snatch that tongue out and feed it to the birds.” Yep. Chills. I don’t mean just the spine, but everywhere else too. Normally, that would be enough to stop me, but at the same time as she said it, her hair blazed red again for a couple of seconds. That was just the push that I needed to press forward. Farewell, dear world, my sanity said as I proceeded to march off the deep end.

Still shivering in fear, I looked her in the eyes, and slowly, for affect, unbuckled my seat belt. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me with those, how dare you, angry mom eyes while somehow managing to stay straight on this narrow two lane country road might I add. The message she was sending me was loud and clear. Aaron don’t make me beat you down while simultaneously driving 22 miles over the speed limit. I would definitely have lost my nerve this time had her hair not returned to red yet again and her grey eyes turned straight amber reminding me once again of the grand mysteries and secrets afoot. So, what did I do? I opened up the door of course, on a back water two lane road to who knows where. Yup. Genius. My mom’s jaw dropped, surely flabbergasted that I would ever do such an insanely stupid thing in her presence. Wide eyed with surprise she lost control of her form that I now presume takes a certain amount of mental awareness and concentration to maintain. The hair on her head turned crimson for a third time and her eyes reverted to glowing amber for the second. In addition, the newest feature to this renegade mother of mine included some movie award winning reddish purple skin. Yeaaaah, I’m being sarcastic. Oh, my bad the elf ears came back too and this time it all stayed that way.

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At this point my mind is gone. I can feel this aura or energy of some sort coming from her and I know she’s angry. I was so surprised in fact that instead of just threatening to hang out the door of the moving SUV I was actually hanging onto the door with my legs squeezing tight my whole body out and feet just barely not touching the ground. Did I mention I lost my mind a few miles back? Holding onto the door my mind is in disarray as I scream. Ugh um. Excuse me, correction, yell like a man at the top of my lungs. Demon! Demon! Help! Help! Not that anyone could hear me because, remember, we are out in a very rural area on a long backroad, but it was good for effect though. ARE YOU CRAZY, I heard her say frantically inside? Aaron get back in here. My first instinct was to do just that but something inside me said that I would be just fine even if I let go. Instead I calmly yelled NO!!! I WANT ANSWERS!!! NOW! Looking back at the road, finally my mom realized that in her anger she had unconsciously shifted into the other lane and now a semi-was fast approaching. Noticing this before my mom the driver of the semi had already begun to whip into the lane we originally came from to avoid the collision so it was too late to regain it ourselves. Looking at her I held steadfast for an answer even as the backend remained in our path. Fine. Aaron just get in please, she pleaded alas. It was too late though, for the door that is, not me. Turns out that feeling I had was right. However, instead of letting go I found myself pushing off the inside wall and somersaulting onto the roof of the Tucson, perfectly balanced might I add. Not soon enough to save the door unfortunately as it gets ripped off the hinges and skirts down the road behind us. After meditating on how I know how to do that I come upon some fragmented memories of me free running alongside some dog in a forest. Growing frustrated with my seemingly deteriorating mental health I swing myself back into the passenger seat one handed about a mile down the road to await explanations. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, no, we never stopped to check for injuries as the law demands we do.