Burn your life down
Today was stressful at the office and all Sara wanted to do was take a nice bath with those lavender salts her mother gave her last Christmas. Her mind was on everything that happened that day. She accidently spilled coffee all over her desk, which not only spilled on her favorite white blouse, but her computer as well. She now has to buy a new one for work, and make up all the documents she lost. She couldn't handle this. On top of that, her twin sister called her sobbing because her girlfriend, Lindsey, had just broken up with her. Sara felt bad for her poor sister. She knew how hard Tegan worked to get her and how many years she spent chasing after her. Sara hoped her sister could find a way to fix up their broken relationship. At least, that's what she told herself. If she was being honest, she was somewhat releaved that it happened. She would never admit it to herself, because she was in love with her twin sister. She shoved her feelings so far inside of her, she had to go to therapy twice a week for an hour just to live a somewhat normal life. She hated who she was for it, and cried herself to sleep many nights because of it. She even moved away from her sister, who lives in Vancover, thinking it would be easier for her to handle. It wasn't. In fact, it was harder, because everyday she would crave the smell of her sister, her touch, her voice, her everything. Sara started slowing down, realizing she was going way past the speed limit. She could not handle being pulled over today. She went back to thinking about her sister, even though she didn't want to. As she approced her neighborhood, she saw smoke coming from a house. "Oh fuck", she thought to herself "what now?" As she drove closer to her house she realized the fire must be really close to her house. She started driving faster, in a panic and a rush to get home. "Fuck fuck fuck" was all she thought. She pulled onto her street, which was full of fire trucks. They were all crowded around her house. She got out of the car, and watched as the flames destroyed everything she loved and owned.
"What happened?" She asked one of the fireman standing outside.
"It seems as though a power outlit caught on fire." He looked at her, and seeing the look on her face, realized this house must've been hers.
"Is this your house mam?" Sara just noded her head. She knew if she spoke, the tears that were blurring her vision would come down.
"I am so sorry, we are doing the best we can to tame the flames. It seems that the house was already gone before we got here. Do you think there is anyone you could live with for a while? A sister or mother perhaps?" Her mind immediatly raced to Tegan. She would have to live with her for a while. Her mother was currently living in Europe, and Sara didn't want to travel there just to live with her.
"Mam, are you ok?" She suddenly realized that she couldn't breathe. She ran to her car to get her spare puffer in her purse. She started breathing again, but it was difficult. It felt like an elephant was sitting on her cheast. She felt a hand on her back, causing her to flinch.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you alright? Do you need anything? Water? A chair?"
"N-no, I'm fine. Really." The man gave her a worried look before removing his hand and offering his phone so she could call her sister.
"WHAT?" Sara took a deep breath. She knew Tegan would react like this.
"No, you are living with me, I don't care what you say, you must. You can't afford a hotel."
"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow." She sighed as her sister hung up. She was secretly happy to see her sister again though. Although they were in a band together, Sara had to get a part time job to pay her bills. If they were as famous as Lady Gaga, she wouldn't have this problem. She sighed again.