83.

Damn.

Mom is almost screaming at me through the phone. I keep quiet most of the time, letting her vent out all the anger.

As I am done, I tell her, "Mom, Mark called at the dead of night and I didn't want to wake you. I am sorry."

"Never ever dare to repeat this."

"I won't."

We hang up and I turn around. Eira is still there. "I should go and get ready for school then. Take care," I smile at her, giving back the phone.

She doesn't smile back. She extends her hand to give me something.

There sitting on her hand is my blade.

I am scared.

She knows.