pls. read.
see that smiling face, it's all fake.
five o clock rolls around & i'm sitting in the computer chair at laurens, waiting. which is what happened for the following two hours. you see, my mother was supposed to pick me up at five. seven o clock rolls around & it's still a no show. no one has heard from her & the last my dad & i knew, she was headed to a boarding home on the west corinth road (literally, five minutes from my house) for an interview.
lauren gives me a ride home. we go the way she would have gone, trying to retrace her every step. speeding down the grant road, in the dark, looking for a dark car, is not a good thing. five-hundred feet in the distance i see a car. our car. pulled to the side of the road, blinker blinking, lights lighting, engine running. she at that time, knew what she was doing. lauren can't even stop the car before i realize mom's not in the car & am outside looking for her. i hear muffled talking, i race to the trailor we're closest too, then realizing it's crying i hear. i yell, "mom!" & she responds "i don't know where i am!" i run to the trailor to see if they have a flashlight, because now i realize she's in the field of brush & woods next to their trailor. no one answers. ding! lauren gets an idea. she tells me she's going to turn her car around so the headlights are shining into the field. i see her & start running towards her, until i trip on the brush. lauren's following. "my feet hurt so bad! i don't know where i am! please help!" between cries is all that you can hear. we find her, bent over with her head between two trees. she's panicky & delusional, not knowing about her circumstances & thinking she's with a woman named sharon, trying to find her couch. in all reality, she's in a field of brush, wood, sticks & grass, talking to herself in 35 degree weather, with no shoes or coat on. as if we were holding a baby, we pick up my 80 pound mother & thank god for once that she's so thin. we trip & all three of us fall to the ground, us cushioning her fall. she's still complaining about her feet & how badly she wants a cigarette. looking ahead, in the pitch black of night, i'm wondering how all three of us are going to make it out without breaking a bone. in the midst of all this, i lose both of my flip-flops. FINALLY! there's a clearing & we're home free. i get her up to the road & piggy back her to our car. lauren gets in hers, we get in ours & i lock her door, & i drive her home. we speed home & on the way i almost hit two deer.
at home she's a little more calm. we try to think of why she would get out of her car & head towards the woods. she can't help us, because she has no idea what happened. her feet are all cut up. but things could have been worse. lauren & i get out two flashlights & buzz down the road to the "scene." looking for anything we might have missed, anything that would give us clues as to what the fuck happened on the grant road at 4 in the afternoon.
she thought she was only out there for an hour and a half. after putting together all the pieces, we realize she had really been out there close to four hours. trying to scratch & claw her way out.
she is still severely disoriented & i don't know when she plans on going to the doctor.
i'm so scared for her & i just really hope everything turns out to be okay.
our theory? she felt as though she was going to have a seizure on the way to the interview, she pulled over, had the seizure, got disoriented & got out of the car. odd thing? her shoes & coat were IN THE CAR & soaked. meaning.. she had walked into the woods, realized she got her shoes wet, walked back out.. took them off & then walked back into the woods.
creepiest, scariest thing ever. straight out of a movie, man.