POV you're a girl

EP 25: POV: WTF was this

So, if any of you didn't know, I came from a religious childhood where you couldn't speak about unusual stuff like this. It was mostly swept under the rug, awaiting the moment it would be revealed again and its absurdity unveiled like a banana. 

And the other day was that day. 

Since both my sibling and I aren't under the tyrannical rule of my mother anymore, we were watching someone play a horror video game. We noticed something in the game and it started up a conversation about odd occurrences and dreams that we had when we were younger. 

One of which was the time that Isaac (my little brother) and I went shopping.

See, Isaac and I were no strangers to shopping. Under my mother's "homeschooling" we were forced to stay home all of the time (ps I hate homeschooling).  We didn't have friends'houses or extracurricular activities to go to, so when we could, we'd go shopping. When I got my license, we got more freedom...even then, it was limited. 

Living away from my mum, sometimes it almost feels revolutionary that I can go wherever the fuck I want whenever I want to. 

Anyway, our desperation to go out got so bad that both Isaac and my younger sister would fight over going 10 minutes up the road with me to the grocery store. Going to malls (or as we call it, shopping centres) was worse. I would tell my sister I had to take Isaac because, being older and more independent,  he wasn't a liability like she was. It's probably why she hates me now, but I digress.

So, there was a lot of Isaac and me going to malls. There were some malls we would frequent - malls we had walked around so many times we could easily navigate. Malls in which we could estimate how long it would take to get to parts of the mall and back to the car before mum began spamming my phone with calls.  

And then, there were malls we only went to maybe once a year. Malls we would get lost in. Malls that would cause mum to blow up my phone like a yandere boyfriend. 

But, there was only one mall we will never return to. 

And that was the mall we visited last year when I visited (practically held hostage for a month because she wouldn't pay for flights) with my mother.

It was a new area in the city I wasn't familiar with. I don't think I'd ever even been there before. Despite the house we were staying in also being new to me, I began to get bored of it very quickly. Day in and out of babysitting while my mother went out and did who knows the fuck what. I wanted a quick escape.

That escape came on a Thursday night. All the shops are open till 9 on Thursday nights here. I told my mum I wanted to take Isaac shopping and she agreed, reluctantly. Unfortunately for her, I had the upper hand. You can't go out and pretend you're a single 26 year old again if you don't have a babysitter. 

So, there was me and Isaac, excited. He hadn't gone out since before I left for dad's months before. I hadn't gone out since I had lived with dad. We were on top of the world, totally-not-Christian-music blaring, lips swearing, ready for the taste of a chocolate bar we had been starved from (almond mum check). 

We drive to this new mall. It was going to be fun. A new experience. New shops to see, new things to buy with the limited cash I had from my dad. Plus, it was huge. Far bigger than the malls we usually went to. 

It was situated behind a huge river and looked like a princess castle as its lights shone in the darkness around it. 

We were so ready. So pumped. 

We drove over the bridge, talking shit and smiling and laughing. 

We hear a bloodcurdling scream from a woman.