I used to believe that the toughest thing about making it through that fire was accepting the permanent marks on my skin. Yet, following a single prom night, all my assumptions regarding my history completely shifted.<\/p>\n
I was just nine years old when the blaze broke out.<\/p>\n
I awoke to myself coughing, trapped in smoke so dense that my bedroom door was completely hidden. Up on the second floor, my mother was desperately yelling my name. When the rescue crew finally pulled us outside, the kitchen was completely ruined, and sections of my face, neck, and arm suffered severe burns, resulting in marks that would never completely disappear.<\/p>\n
As time passes, you grow accustomed to what you see in the mirror.<\/p>\n
The truly difficult part was getting older while everyone constantly looked at me. No one at school said mean things to my face, yet I always caught the stares, the quiet gossip, and the curious glances. It was painful.<\/p>\n
However, by the time I reached my final year, I had become skilled at pretending it didn\u2019t affect me.<\/p>\n
Therefore, when the school dance approached, I informed my mother that I preferred to stay home.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t hide from the world forever, Luna,\u201d she told me. \u201cA terrible event already altered your path once. Stop letting it control your choices. A high school dance is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eventually, she convinced me to go.<\/p>\n
We purchased a gown, styled my hair into curls, and I took an hour applying makeup that largely hid the burn marks on my neck.<\/p>\n
Yet the moment I stepped into the venue, I wished I hadn\u2019t come.<\/p>\n
The school gym appeared stunning. Bright lights dangled from the roof, and loud music pumped from the sound system. Still, all the other students were snapping pictures, moving to the beat, and joking around without me, acting like I wasn\u2019t even there.<\/p>\n
I waited by myself next to the beverage station, acting like I was messaging friends who weren\u2019t actually texting me.<\/p>\n
After nearly an hour had passed, I was prepared to head home.<\/p>\n
Then Ezra strolled over.<\/p>\n
Everyone was familiar with Ezra. He was in my grade: well-liked, tall, good-looking, and the leader of the football team. The sort of boy that girls gossiped about all the time, which made it incredibly weird when he paused right before me, appearing anxious.<\/p>\n
Next, he extended his hand and requested, \u201cWould you care to dance with me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I genuinely believed he was playing a prank, yet he was serious.<\/p>\n
So I accepted his hand.<\/p>\n
The instant he guided me toward the center of the room, the crowd watched. I noticed girls gossiping quietly. Several boys appeared utterly stunned.<\/p>\n
Ezra paid no attention to any of them.<\/p>\n
We swayed together for the rest of the evening. At some point during the event, I no longer felt unseen. The whole room continued to watch us, yet I wasn\u2019t bothered.<\/p>\n
Ezra brought out my laughter and acted like I was just a regular girl.<\/p>\n
As the event drew to a close, I found myself wishing the dance would keep going.<\/p>\n
Later on, Ezra escorted me to my house rather than taking off with his buddies.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you enjoy yourself tonight?\u201d he questioned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I confessed. \u201cA lot more than I thought I would!\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave a smile, yet a part of him appeared preoccupied, like he had something important to share but couldn\u2019t find the right words.<\/p>\n
As we arrived at my place, we lingered uncomfortably on the front steps.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for this evening,\u201d I murmured.<\/p>\n
Ezra pushed his hands deep into his pockets and gave a nod.<\/p>\n
Following that, he gave me an earnest look and stated, \u201cCatch you later.\u201d<\/p>\n
We exchanged our farewells, and then he strolled off.<\/p>\n
The next day, heavy knocking rattled our main entrance.<\/p>\n
I wandered down the stairs still groggy and instantly stopped in my tracks.<\/p>\n
My mother had opened the door, and I spotted her speaking with the cops.<\/p>\n
I moved nearer and noticed that Ezra\u2019s mom and dad were standing right next to them.<\/p>\n
Every single person shifted their gaze to me.<\/p>\n
A heavy feeling settled deep in my gut.<\/p>\n
A policeman moved closer. \u201cLuna, when did you last see Ezra?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYesterday evening following the dance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he mention his plans for later?\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved my head side to side slowly. \u201cNo. Why do you ask? Officer, is something wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
The policemen looked at each other.<\/p>\n
Next, one of them asked a question that caused my anxiety to spike even more.<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss, are you truly unaware of what Ezra has been up to?\u201d<\/p>\n
I gazed at him in shock. \u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n
The policeman chose his words cautiously.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur team lately revisited a few past cases linked to events from long ago to find answers. While doing so, Ezra confessed he was close to your home during the evening of the blaze nearly a decade back.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a brief moment, I couldn\u2019t make sense of what he just said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow could he have been there?\u201d<\/p>\n
The policeman inhaled deeply.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you to hear me out and attempt to stay calm. Ezra saw an event tied to your home\u2019s fire back when he was nine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kept my eyes locked on him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did he see?\u201d<\/p>\n
Right before the policeman could reply, Ezra\u2019s dad abruptly interjected.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never intended for any of this to unfold.\u201d<\/p>\n
His tone felt tense, practically frantic.<\/p>\n
The cop detailed how Ezra\u2019s older sibling, Jax, had a track record of causing mischief during his teen years. That evening, Ezra quietly trailed him on a bicycle and spotted Jax leaving my place right before the flames erupted.<\/p>\n
Lately, Ezra had finally shared bits of what he witnessed with his folks since Jax was preparing to get out of jail after finishing a sentence for another offense.<\/p>\n
However, earlier today, Ezra\u2019s mom and dad discovered he had vanished.<\/p>\n
He ignored all phone calls, and his pickup was nowhere to be found.<\/p>\n
Following a chat with a different parent who mentioned Ezra spent the dance with me, his folks assumed I might have a clue about his whereabouts.<\/p>\n
I informed them I had no idea.<\/p>\n
Strictly speaking, that was a fact. Yet once they departed, my mind kept drifting to the single spot Ezra and his teammates frequently chilled at when they needed some quiet time.<\/p>\n
The deserted structures located just outside the city limits.<\/p>\n
Consequently, I made up an excuse to my mother, claiming I wanted to go outside for a walk.<\/p>\n
After that, I snatched my bag and walked toward the local transit station.<\/p>\n
Because for the initial time since the tragedy, I sensed the real story behind that blaze was within reach.<\/p>\n
And I had to listen to it straight from Ezra\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n
The bus let me off just a short distance from the location. The area was formerly a manufacturing plant before the city closed it down a long time back. These days, it consisted largely of shattered glass, spray paint, and youths looking to steer clear of grown-ups.<\/p>\n
I noticed a bunch of the athletes relaxing close to one of the walls right away.<\/p>\n
The instant they saw me approaching, all their chatting ceased. A few of the boys glanced at each other. Someone chuckled quietly. I brushed it off and continued moving until I stood directly before the group.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave any of you crossed paths with Ezra?\u201d I inquired.<\/p>\n
No one spoke up initially.<\/p>\n
Then, a guy shifted his weight against the brickwork and gave a sly smile. \u201cWhat for? Are you two an item now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Several of them chuckled.<\/p>\n
I probably should have walked away at that moment, yet following the morning\u2019s revelations, I refused to give up.<\/p>\n
\u201cI merely have to speak with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The majority of them looked away right after, but eventually, another teammate named Zane broke the silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe could be hanging out at Riley\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rest of the group stared at him with clear disapproval.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the big deal?\u201d Zane lifted his shoulders. \u201cEveryone knows they\u2019ve been seeing each other on the down-low.\u201d<\/p>\n
That piece of news caught me completely off guard.<\/p>\n
\u201cRiley, the girl with all the metal jewelry?\u201d I questioned.<\/p>\n
Zane gave a nod. \u201cHer folks are traveling away for the next couple of days.\u201d<\/p>\n
I requested the location, and he provided the details.<\/p>\n
I expressed my gratitude and departed before the group could utter another word.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes passed, and I found myself in front of a little blue home after a cab ride. I tapped on the door. Riley opened it, dressed in a baggy hoodie, and appeared truly stunned to find me there.<\/p>\n
\u201cLuna?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI apologize for dropping by unannounced, but law enforcement and Ezra\u2019s folks visited my place earlier today trying to locate him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The instant I mentioned Ezra\u2019s name, her face shifted.<\/p>\n
Next, I picked up the sound of walking behind her right before Ezra stepped into view, appearing completely drained, like he hadn\u2019t rested a wink.<\/p>\n
As soon as his eyes landed on me, the color drained from his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cLuna\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I crossed my arms firmly against my chest. \u201cWere you present during the evening my house burned?\u201d<\/p>\n
For a brief moment, the air was silent.<\/p>\n
Eventually, Ezra walked out onto the porch.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d he confessed.<\/p>\n
Listening to him confirm it verbally caused my insides to churn.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did it go down?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ezra paused slightly prior to responding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I was just a nine-year-old, I spotted Jax slipping out of our home late in the evening. He made a habit of doing things like that constantly back in those days, and I trailed him on my bicycle since I figured it was an exciting mission.\u201d<\/p>\n
He kept his eyes on the ground as he talked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t see him for a bit since he was riding his board, but I finally caught him sneaking out through a window at your place. Afterward, a short time passed, and I saw thick smoke rolling out of the kitchen area.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gazed at him, completely uncertain of what to say.<\/p>\n
\u201cI panicked and pedaled back to my place. The following day, once people began discussing the blaze and your injuries\u2026\u201d He took a heavy gulp. \u201cI firmly believed that if I snitched, Jax\u2019s future would be ruined.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTherefore, you kept your mouth shut?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was merely a kid.\u201d<\/p>\n
That statement caused me to pause and think.<\/p>\n
He clarified that Jax continued finding himself in deeper messes as the years went on. Youth facilities. Brawls. Ultimately, time behind bars.<\/p>\n
However, Ezra constantly replayed that specific evening in his mind.<\/p>\n
Particularly after enrolling in the same high school as me a long time afterward.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first, I made an effort to steer clear of you,\u201d Ezra confessed. \u201cWhenever my eyes landed on you, my mind went straight back to the flames.\u201d<\/p>\n
Yet keeping his distance grew to be unachievable.<\/p>\n
School periods. Corridors. Sporting events. Team assignments.<\/p>\n
And as time passed, his remorse morphed into a different feeling entirely.<\/p>\n
After that, Ezra revealed a detail I never saw coming.<\/p>\n
Prior to the dance, he had caught wind of a few boys making jokes about how not a single person would invite me to the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cI completely lost my temper with them. One guy nearly hit me because of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Riley remained standing back, silently absorbing the conversation.<\/p>\n
Ezra went on, \u201cI didn\u2019t request a dance out of pity. I made the move because I was exhausted from acting like you meant nothing to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
That revelation genuinely stunned me.<\/p>\n
He detailed how after walking me to my door, he had headed to Riley\u2019s place since her folks were out of the picture and he required guidance on how to finally come clean.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy intention was to visit and speak with you this afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
I observed him for quite a while before questioning him about the thing that troubled my mind the most.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat reason would Jax have for doing such a thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ezra moved his head side to side sluggishly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI truly have no clue.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then, his face shifted a bit.<\/p>\n
\u201cPerhaps it\u2019s the right moment we questioned him in person.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sixty minutes passed, and Ezra chauffeured us to the detention center a couple of towns away.<\/p>\n
Riley waited in the vehicle while Ezra and I headed indoors for the meeting.<\/p>\n
Throughout the whole trip there, my gut remained completely twisted.<\/p>\n
A piece of my mind anticipated Jax would appear frightening given all the stories I had caught wind of over time.<\/p>\n
On the contrary, when he stepped into the meeting area, he simply appeared exhausted and aged beyond his actual years.<\/p>\n
The instant he caught sight of me resting next to Ezra, his expression dropped entirely.<\/p>\n
No one broke the silence initially. Next, I shifted my weight forward and questioned him on the single detail that mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what reason did you do it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jax focused his eyes on the desk for a few moments, noticeably conscious that his secret was finally out.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was never on purpose. Back when I was fourteen, I made a habit of creeping through the local streets late at night pulling foolish stunts. That evening, I spotted the yard statue near your place and strolled closer to check it out. Afterward, I realized the kitchen window was left slightly ajar.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ezra appeared rigid sitting next to me.<\/p>\n
Jax carried on talking.<\/p>\n
\u201cI pulled myself indoors since I figured I might grab a tiny item without causing alarm. While standing in the cooking area, I sparked a smoke. A short while later, I placed it on the surface top as I searched around the main lounge.\u201d<\/p>\n
I grew nauseous taking in his words.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I picked up on some rustling and freaked out. I scrambled back outside through the glass opening and bolted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ezra looked at him, completely astounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t plan on lighting the house ablaze?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jax appeared truly baffled. \u201cI wasn\u2019t even aware a fire broke out until I woke up the following day.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a long time, Ezra carried the thought that his older sibling purposely destroyed my home with flames. The realization was visible across his entire expression.<\/p>\n
Jax shifted his gaze toward me once more, deep regret covering his features.<\/p>\n
\u201cI apologize, Luna. For all the pain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Quiet completely wrapped around the room.<\/p>\n
Then Jax murmured quietly, \u201cIf you wish to alert the authorities now, I totally get it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him for quite some time.<\/p>\n
Truthfully, I anticipated burning with rage while resting in that chair, yet I primarily experienced sorrow.<\/p>\n
Heartbroken that a single careless choice made by a youth altered countless futures.<\/p>\n
Devastated that Ezra had hauled around a massive burden of blame for nearly ten years over an event he hardly comprehended as a little boy.<\/p>\n
As Ezra and I departed from the building, the two of us barely exchanged a word on the ride home.<\/p>\n
Yet prior to returning to my street, we made a detour at the local precinct.<\/p>\n
I located the cops from earlier in the day and relayed every single detail Jax had confessed to.<\/p>\n
And the moment they questioned if I desired to file a formal complaint, I moved my head side to side.<\/p>\n
\u201cNegative,\u201d I stated. \u201cI have no intention to, and I am confident my mom will agree.\u201d<\/p>\n
Simply because zero actions could ever wipe away my physical marks.<\/p>\n
However, for the initial time in what felt like forever, I finally understood those marks no longer dictated my path.<\/p>\n
And in a strange way, the flames no longer held any power over me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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