The day that my mother and sister almost died, it was a miracle that they didn't. My sister wasn't even hurt, although Mother did break her arm. Still, for two people in a car crash to come out alive, and for only one of them to be hurt minorly is amazing. Mother was most concerned about Amane, my sister, who had managed to come out unscathed. Amane never left my side since, until I had to go to school, and leave her behind.
Amane was two years younger than me, at twelve years old. She was sweet, innocent, and honest, and she also had the accent that Father had. Mother didn't have it. She was the best thing that I could've ever had, and I was torn apart when I had to go to school, and leave her. I loved her, and she was taken from me.
One might mistake my love for her as my love for a lover. Truly, I had always loved her as a sister, but I treated her like a lover, taking her out to dinner, buying her little treats and presents here and there, calling her sweet nicknames. She had always treated me as her brother, and I never treated her different.
After I started high school, I started getting picked on for my height and accent. There was this other kid, Yugi (a friend of mine, actually), and he was much shorter, but he never got teased for it. I think my accent was the main reason they started picking on me, and my treatment of Amane after the car crash made it worse.
One day, I was in the park with her. I had my left arm around her, and her rescue inhaler in my right hand. As I bought and handed her an ice cream cone, there were other boys from the school. They started teasing me again, calling Amane my girlfriend, but they were hurting Amane the most.
They started spinning her around, no matter how much I had warned them not to. After having "fun" with her, they threw her to the ground, and started kicking sand up in her face. She got onto her knees, and put her hands on her chest, unable to breathe. As they left, I stuck her rescue inhaler in her mouth, and started pressing the button to let the medicine in. I slowly removed it, and I took her into my arms.
She hugged me tight, telling me how scared she was, and how glad she felt when I came to her aid. It was all I could do really, but I felt bad for not even bothering to help defend her from those bullies. All I did was give her rescue inhaler when she needed it, she was about to die.
I felt like I had to help her, and I did. Too bad I didn't know, that the next year, I would have to help her out a whole lot more than I already was.