Day 1

It all began with the fight. My parents were yelling, my kid brother was yelling and I was yelling. I knew then that I need to escape, so I hooked up my nerve gear and left reality. I entered the world of Sword Art Online with guilt wracked in my brain. My brother joined in a few minutes later with a scowl on his face. He came up to me with a smile on his face, no it wasn't that cute kid smile, it was a 'your dead' smile. I ran from him fleeing into the crowds of NPCs hoping to be protected. Once I was sure that I was far away enough I tried logging off. "Eh? What happened to the log out button?" I was then transported to an area with all the other players and my brother, Sota. He looked at me and smirked, "Lucky, this is a no PVP zone." he was lucky to, I would've killed him just then. Then I blacked out...

Night 1

"Kimiko?" a worried voice filled my ears, I jumped up but fell back from dizziness. "Don't push yourself, idiot." Sota? I looked around me, concerned. I was starving but still in SAO. "You're lucky again, you passed out from stress before the grand speech, he was a bit mad at you. Sis. We're stuck here, we can't go home. Not unless we beat the game." my head moved to see his face, his tears are like shining stars, twinkling down his face like a shooting star. I could feel a wet patch on my face and I realised I was crying just as he was, "If we die here we die in real life." he bluntly whispers.

I jump up, "We're not going to die here. You have friends online too. Right? Lets get a guild together and build up in numbers, the stronger we are the more we are granted to succeed." Opening my menu I contact each of my friends telling to come to where my coordinates were. "Now we wait," I tell him after we both finished our lists. "Sis? I'm scared." I imagined him saying as I waited for everyone, but he just looked off into the distance, eyes blank as ever. "Don't ever change," I mutter, it was something that our parents said often. "Pardon?" he looks at me shocked thinking that I just quoted my family, shaking my head I watch the friendly figures run towards us.

Taichi, Kenta, Kyo, my brother's friends, all boys. Yumiko, Ran and the twins Izumi, Akemi, my friends, all girls. Everyone chatters for a minute before a grab their attention. "Okay, okay. That's enough you guys. We know how to get out of here now we just need to do it, but if we die in here we die in real life. We thought about making a guild with you guys together, people that we can trust." everyone claps "That's Kimi-chan for you!" the twins yell in union. "Pipe down you lot, we need at least one crafts man, that can both fight and make potions and we'll need a cook as well and a black smith, I know by looking at you we've got at least one of those each in the group. But I can only do range attacks so if anyone's got a bow or has the makings of one please report to me, and before you all introduce yourselves, I need to know what we'll call our guild." Everyone thinks for a minute before shaking their heads, fortunately for them I had an idea in store, "That's okay I've got one, now onto the introductions, I'll start. I'm Kamiko but you can just call me Kami-chan. I am best skilled with bows and strategizing."

After the introductions I made the guild, with me and Sota as co-leaders. "Welcome to Quartert Night!"

After travelling to a tavern, I get to look at myself in the mirror. Wavy black hair that reached my waist, a black cloak, jean like pants and a lavender shirt. I shove off my brown boots and flop onto my bed with my hand in the air reaching for the roof, "Trapped, huh?"

"Stop being such a brat!"

"Huh? I'm the brat, you act like you just popped out!"

"Now, now stop acting like kids you two."

My dad tried to calm us down, but mum just kept screaming.

"She is an abomination, she doesn't belong here!"

It hit me hard in my chest.

"Stop yelling at sis, mum!"

"SHE ISN'T YOUR SISTER! AND SHE KNOWS IT!"

"Wait mum put that knife down."

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Pain hit me in the stomach, over and over again. She tried to kill me. Again and again. Bringing the knife out of my stomach only to be shoved back in.

"HONEY!"

A sound of someone being slapped across the face echoed throughout the room.

"YOU SHOULD BE SLAPPING HER, GET HER OUT OF MY HOUSE, SHE DOESN'T BELONG HERE!"

Me and Sota left that day, our real father telling us that we would die if we stayed there, and that's when we went to orphanages, to get adopted but only to be returned, by my stupid attitude. Sota came to hate me because of it. Till this one family accept me and how I was, until that fight and now I can never redeem it. I shake my head shaking the tears away. The scars still on my stomach. I close my eyes. Oh. How we were such a loving family, but mum started going crazy. Mum? how many times have I called someone that? Their was no room for step-mum, it was just mum it's always been that. It's the same for dad, no room for anything else, just dad. I hear someone enter my room. I keep my eyes closed pretending that I am asleep.

"I'm sorry." the voice whispers, I know that voice from anywhere, Sota. Why are you sorry? he lifts up my shirt a little to where my scars are. "If I had just saved you, that day." I can hear him crying, so that's why he was crying before, "It wasn't your fault." I want to say and reassure him but he would never believe me anyway. "I love you, sis." he grips my body in a tight hug, and lifts me up so that I am leaning on him. 'I hope he means in a family sort of way' I think as he lifts me up and moves the blanket, then places me and raps the blanket around my body. A door opening. A door closing. Goodnight little bro