HEYYYYYY. IT'S ALMOST TIME FOR YEARLIES! YAY. Not. I'm being sarcastic(if you haven't realised). I have yearlies in a couple of days T^T. CRIES. I hate studying. To tell you the truth I should probably be studying right now. ^o^ but I'm not because I'm really bad at tests anyway.

Chapter 12

Why would she need 'those' things? I mean they look pretty but that doesn't mean anything since you should never 'judge a book by its cover'. The box is the same thing, it looks all fancy but in reality it could just be a toy.

"Do you have it? I can't find it in the box. Did you lose it? Don't tell me you lost it."

"I haven't lost it! It's right here!"

My mother doesn't believe in my ability to keep things safe. That offends me. I put the ring and the box down aggressively onto the table but when I realised my actions I quickly shrunk back into the chair.

"Hmm. Looks in good condition. Let me ask you something. Why'd you take this?"

"It was addressed to me wasn't it? I mean there was even a note stating that!"

"Really. I thought you were smarter than taking other people's things. If I wrote you a note saying that I killed your father would you have believed me. After reading that note did you believe I was dead? That note was meant for later! As was the box and the ring!"

I noticed something was off in her sentence.

"What...do you mean...for 'later'?"

She then widened her eyes. She immediately went back to her original 'angry' face.

"That is NONE of your concern Anna!"

"Well it actually IS IF YOU HAVEN'T REALISED BY NOW."

"I will NOT drag you into this mess. You are too young. Far too young to be dragged into this. The ring and the box was a PRECAUTION."

"On that 'note' you wrote to me in the box with the gun, you said you were 'possibly' DEAD. DEAD. WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN."

"Do NOT use that language with ME."

"STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTION."

"It has NOTHING to do with YOU."

"OF COURSE IT DOES. I'M GOING TO THE CEREMONY AREN'T I?!"

That was when silence began echoing. My mother stared at me in disbelief. She shook her head and placed her head in her hands. When she looked up, you could tell she was stressed and under a lot of pressure from someone. Or something like the ceremony.

"This was a bad idea. You should've stayed in Italy. At least you'd be okay, you wouldn't be dragged into all this mess. You would be safe."

"Safe? Safe! Really! You use the word safe to describe the situation I'd be in if I was in Italy. I have had dreams about people getting injured. I had a dream about one of my friends getting stabbed with a needle. I heard that one of my friends in the dream was in HOSPITAL. HOSPITAL GODDAMIT."

I could feel them staining my cheeks. Salted water droplets roll down like marbles on asphalt. Rough and large balls of water. I just sat there. I just sat with them staining my cheeks. I could feel them falling like rain from the sky onto my pants. Round blobs of liquid on my pants. I know I was overreacting but it was too late from stopping my tears. I was obviously overreacting, I can even tell that I was.

"...It's time to go to sleep. It's late and you have school tomorrow."

My head hung down towards the ground. I gave in. I gave up. I roughly rubbed my eyes with the back of my wrist and stood up. There was no point, I would never win the argument. She would never listen to me. Because...

"Because what is done is done."

Then I walked away. I was disappointed, disappointed that I hadn't figured out sooner that something was going on and disappointed in my mother. She tried to keep me away from all this stuff which I don't even fully understand yet. It was useless keeping me away. Whatever my parents do, it obviously is dangerous and could easily get me killed. I wonder, how have I not died yet.

When I reach my room, I go straight inside and get ready for bed. When I snuggle into my warm covers, I instantly feel the hands pulling me into a dark and warm embrace. I fell asleep instantly.

*The next day*

I woke up and felt extremely ill. When I sat up, a feeling of extreme nausea overcame me. I quickly glanced at the time and put on my uniform at the quickest sped I could possibly manage in this state. I half walked and half slumped towards the dining room. I was surprised to see my mother in the kitchen cooking. She was surprised at my current state.

"Take your uniform off. Go back to the bed."

I slurred a response to her.

"Why?"

"It's obvious that you have a fever. Stay in bed. You're not going to school, I'll call the school."

"But I needa go."

"No you don't. Not in such a vulnerable state anyway."

"I needa warn Yamomoto...and Kyoko...They're gonna be killed..."

"Warn them tomorrow."

"Not sure...when they're gonna get stabbed..."

"You WILL go back to bed Anna. Don't make me repeat myself."

*RING RING*

She turned away and went outside to take the call. I was just left there unsure of what to do. My mind was blurry and I couldn't seem to think straight anymore. I held onto the nearest piece of furniture to steady myself. I felt like throwing up.

"What?!"

I heard my mother exclaim from inside of the hosue and I wondered what she was talking about. She sounded as if she was in pain. I decided not to go outside and find her since that would probably cause unnecessary things to occur. I just sat down at the dining table and began my breakfast.

When she came back in, she had that lost look on her face. She looked like she didn't know what to do, unsure of what to do. My mother was never unsure, that was certain. That meant, the phone call must have been really shocking.

My mother sat down to eat. She showed no sign of emotion other than fear and shock. Pure and raw shock was displayed on her face. When she was about to start eating, she broke down. Not knowing how to comfort her, I ate my breakfast in silence while my mother cried a river.