What happened to the moon

Chapter 2 My Mother Tries To Kill Me

Part two

I just froze. Either i was going to jump out of my window to someone i didn't know or trust, or get mauled by my own mother. I didn't know what to do. Why wont my legs move, Ive got to do something. My mother was advancing quickly, and soon she would reach me. But why couldn't i move. Then my senses came to me. I ran for the window, throwing anything i could grab at my mother to slow her down. I reached the window and below me was a ten foot drop, and an assumed Brian standing there. I hesitated the jump. Could he really catch me, or would he let me drop and break my ankle. Too late, my mother had reached me and before i could dodge her she grabbed my hair. She started toward my bedroom door, my matted, amber hair in her hands. I tried to grab anything but she just kept yanking me so i couldn't grip anything. She pulled my down the stairs into the kitchen. She probably wasn't thinking because we went right by the knives block. I grabbed the largest one i could get to and pulled it out of the block. I hate the thought of hurting my mother, but this wasn't my mom. I don't know who or what this thing is, but its not the loving  mother that raised me. My mother's hair was turning from its red color to jet black, her eyes were changing from emerald to blood red. I felt bad for her, but i had to escape alive. I took the knife and drove it into her hand. She wailed like a banshee, and released my hair. Banging started to come from outside my front door. I had bought me some time, so i ran back up the steps to my window where Brian was waiting with a face full of worry.
"Can you catch me?" My voice tremulous with fear.
"Only if you trust me" His voice wasn't deep, but it also wasn't high pitched. It was a perfect balance of the two. Why am i thinking about this at such an urgent time? The only choice i had was to jump, otherwise who know what my mother (if i can still call her that) would do to me. I held my breath, and closed my eyes. I counted to calm myself"One. Two. Three!" On three i jumped. I thought i was going to  die. Then i landed awkwardly in a set of sweaty arms, my long hair all in my face. He set me down as carefully as he could.
"Thanks" my adrenaline was pumping.
"No problem" i my eyes were still closed tight for fear of looking at the sky.
"Here" I felt something being placed on the top of my head, which i assumed was a hat.
"You can open your eyes now, I put a hat on your head so you don't accidentally look up at the moon." His voice sounded wheezy, probably from all the running he had to do. He had dark, messy, brown, hair that stuck out of his baseball cap. His crystal blue eyes were barely visible through the brim of his hat and his messy hair.
"Come on! We have to go, your mom isn't the only person who will want to kill you." He was right. Until he mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed the large mob of people running in our direction.
"What do we do now?" All of my anxiety started kicking in. Why at this time? I started hyperventilating
"Hey, were going to make it out of this mess. Just calm down" he sounded like he knew how to deal with people who had anxiety. His words calmed me down, but I still have this knot of doubt in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't let this freak me out, I can't risk a panic attack. Especially not a black out.
Even though I didn't know this person, except for his name, he grabbed my hand and we darted off presumably the direction he came from.