Meet Lexi Corazon
I’ll forever remember the look in my mother’s eyes the last time I saw her… right before the explosion took her from me forever.
If I’m truthful, it’s haunted me all of my life. It’s been almost fifteen years now, but when I close my eyes at night, it’s all I see.
I never tell anyone. I let them all think I’m fine.
But I’m not.
How can you be after something like that?
I know my dad’s not okay either, but he never talks about her. Sometimes, though, when he thinks I’m not around, I hear him talking to her as if she were still here. I see the sadness in his eyes and wonder if other people recognize that same hollowness behind the brown in my eyes.
It’s like I’m chained to it.
I can never get away.
Everything can be wonderful, I can be hanging out with Jace and Ariana, laughing over some dumb thing and then all of a sudden, there it is again, her face, the explosion, that color of red-orange mixed with black, and that sound of our house being torn off its foundation as the blast rolls through every piece of furniture, every floorboard, every window, until there was nothing left but the hole in the floor that my mother shoved me down into that fateful night. Saving my life, but at the cost of her own.
I was five.
And I was forever changed.
My name is Lexi Corazón, I’m nineteen, and I’m writing this to leave some kind of record. Someone or something is trying to erase my existence, but this time I’m not hiding in a hole in the floor… I’m fighting back.