March 02, 1991.
9:03 am.
The Corazons.
An established family name.
We're supposed to be perfect, polished and refined. That’s how Abuela always wanted us to be.
Year after year, almost every successful Corazon went to Ridgewood University and graduated.
Except for me.
Word of my terrible reputation eventually got to the headmaster.
And so…
In order for me to not harm the school’s picturesque reputation anymore…
I was no longer a student.
In other words….
I was expelled.
I was frantic, trying to use a phone booth to call back home. The rain was pouring, almost soaking into the phone booth.
The phone rang.
“Cmon….please pick up….please….” I said, hoping for an answer.
“Quin…es este?” My mother answered.
“Mama?” I cried out.
“Maria?” She asked.
“Yes mama, it’s me. I got kicked out. I failed.” I told her, bluntly.
“I don’t know what else to do other than come home. Please mama.” I said.
There was silence on the other end for a while before she asked me if I was telling the truth. I told her yes.
“Maria Corazon… Estoy tan decepcionado de ti. Eres un fracaso.” She said. My heart sank.
She told me she knew about me doing porn. “Tus pequeñas "películas" nos han causado mucha mala prensa. Creen que nuestra hija es una puta.”
“Mama…I had no other choice. But i’m not doing that anymore I-” I tried to explain before she cut me off.
“Suficiente. María, en lo que a mí respecta, ya no puedes entrar en esta casa ni en nuestra familia.” She said, telling me I was no longer part of the family.
Tears streamed down my face.
“Mama….please..” I said, whimpering.
“No quiero escucharlo. Nunca vuelvas a llamar a este número.” Then she hung up on me.
She left me in the phone booth.
At that point, I broke down into tears.
I screamed, kicked and cried.
With no other options, I shambled out of the phone booth.
March 03, 1991.
10:23 pm.
I laid down on the floor of my dorm. I had three days to get all of my shit and get out.
Bottles of wine, mixers and various other alcohols were strewn all over the floor around me.
I felt….numb. I had so many emotions and feelings swirling inside me.
But….
One of those feelings started screaming louder than the others….
RAGE.
I threw bottles at the wall, shattering the glass.
I took all of those expensive books I bought, and set them on fire over the stove.
I threw my computer monitor out of the window, breaking it.
All my subdued anger exploded. I even tore some of the wallpaper off the walls.
I sat back down on the floor, looking around at my destroyed dorm. Panting, tired and burned out.
That was the night “Mary" died.
March 05, 1991.
8:12 am.
“Are you sure you wanna do this, Mary?” Lucinda asked me, putting on some gloves.
“I told you to stop calling me that.” I said, opening up the hair bleach.
“Sorry.” She said, picking up a hair color brush.
Bleaching my hair blonde was only the first step. I needed to kill Mary once and for all.
Next was my name.
I had always liked the name…Erica.
I was no longer Mary Corazon, my new name was Erica Neuva.
I could walk the streets confidently, no one knew who I was.
I was… a new woman.
I felt reborn.
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