Chapter77:

Chapter 77:  Sara's Point of View I couldn't breathe. My chest hurt. My hands shook. The fancy room around me felt too small, like the walls were closing in. The only sound was that stupid old clock going tick-tick-tick on the fireplace, like everything was normal. But nothing was normal anymore. Nothing. I grabbed the chair next to me so hard my knuckles turned white. The soft velvet felt wrong under my fingers. Everything felt wrong. I caught sight of myself in the big mirror on the wall and stopped dead. I didn't even look like me anymore. My hair was all messed up, mascara running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared. I looked crazy. Really crazy. Like one of those women in the movies right before they completely lose it. Maybe I was losing it. " This was supposed to be easy!" I screamed so loud my throat hurt. "We had a plan, Mom! A perfect plan! And now look at us!" I grabbed the crystal vase from the table the one Dad gave mom on his last anniversary before everything fell apart and