1 The world I live in or which I did

My name is Ushio Kamanoro. Today we bury my sister, Nagisa. My sister died last week when she got hit by a truck. She died on the spot but was still rushed to hospital where the doctors tried to do something but it obviously failed. My sister never seemed to be in a good mood. She was always sad and in her own world. She was bullied in school and eventually started doing home schooling. I could hear her cries at night before she went to bed. She lived her life inside the walls of our house. That's why I wanted to-help her. Everday I encouraged her to go out and experience life. Not that I know much. I'm just an ignorant 15 year old. But still my sister deserved to live a good life. It was unfair that she had to spend all her time indoors. So one day when I convinced my sister to come out with me. I took her shopping and to the arcade. She was always a big fan of games. We went to the park and even went to watch the new action movie "Wick Jhon". It was the first time in a long time that I saw my sister smile. That night we got home was one of the best nights of my life. Nagisa started to go out more and more. The first few times with me only but after a while she got used to it. She was able to go out on her own. Seeing my sister happy made me happy as well. Days were never better untill.

"Ushio it's your sister-"

Ever since that day I've been feeling like it's my fault. It's all my fault. Maybe if I hadn't shown my sister the outside world and showed her the joy of living maybe she would've still been here right now. Locked up in her room...crying.. but still atleast she would have been alive. I.. I just dont know anymore. My parents dont look like a mother or father who has just lost their child. Strains of tears fall from their eyes. You can see how forced they are. They always loved me more. I dont know if that should make me happy but it always pissed me off. They were the ones who were supposed to try help my sister through those rough times. I turn my back and exit the graveyard. Tears flow down my face. I don't know whether I'm sad or mad right now. A mix of both. My friend Jack chases after me. Jack has been my friend since Kindergarten. There's no one who understands me better than him. But in that moment when Jack tried to comfort me I shunned him away. I didnt know where I was going but I kept walking. I could feel Jacks presence, still walking behind me. Am I wrong for shunning him like this. I probably am but.

I'm just not in the mood for speaking to anyone right now. We walked for 30 minutes not knowing where we were going. Jack followed me the whole way not saying anything. He let me cry as much as I could. I did. I let it all out as I walked. An hour later when my tears were all gone and my eyes swollen from crying. I turned to Jack. He had a smile on his face. "I swear you might make me turn gay I say to him as I let a little laugh out. "We best friends so we secretly gay" he laughs. We turn around and walk back. "Thanks for walking with me" I say as Jack kicks a stone. Its alright, who knows what could've happened to you while you balled your eyes out." "Yeah thanks" I reply.

Jack continues to kick the stone as he walks in silent.

"You know even though I never really spoke to your sister I'm kinda sad she's gone" Jack says. I turn my head to Jack. He looks up at the sky. "Did you love Nagisa" I spoke softly.

"Oopsie" Jack's says as he misses his stone that his been kicking this whole time.

"Did you know once you start kicking a stone and then miss, its illegal to go back for it. Well so I've heard".

Seems like his avoiding the question. I'm going to assume he does then. Im sure he knows that he gave it away.

"Well don't forget about the Resurrection" Jack says.

My eyes blink. My face freezes. The Resurrection. How could I forget. Hold on let me explain.

A few years back about 50 years ago. There have been cases of people coming back from the dead. Nobody can explain why this happens but theres no denying that its true. Although I've never seen it for myself. Some people believe it has something to do with religion and others with something to do that the person never died in the first place. But we all know that this miracle is possible. It has been recorded that about 2 out of 10 people are able to come back. So it's a very rare occasion but maybe just maybe I could get my sister back.

The next day at school goes by quick. After school I attend my Kendo club. I'm the captain. I also won kendoka (a person who practices kendo) of the year last season. I get to club and I'm welcomed by greetings by all my mates. We have a practice session and our coach makes us play quick matches. I pick up my shinai (Kendo sword) and stand in front of my opponent. His name is Jim. His the second best at kendo here at out school.

"Goodluck bro" I say. "Same to you" he replies

"Begin"

"Wooh that was a long day" I say to Jack as we walk home. "Yeah I'm sure you had fun after you beat Jim like that. I thought he was the second best. You completely dominated." Jack says.

"Nah we were just playing around. I'm sure we can have a tougher match when his serious" I reply. "Anyways I'm gonna go catch you later"

I split ways with Jack and continued my way home. I'm doing my best to stay positive. Maybe the more positive and happy I am the higher of a chance there is of Nagisa coming back. I keep my hopes up as I wall home with a smile on my face. Yip soon my sister will come back and we will be together and I promise to protect her always. Then she will live a long happy life and everything will go well for us. Suddenly

*Beeeeeeeeepppp* *skrrrrrrrrrrr* *Boooooom*

Wha- What's going on. "Oh no kid you still alive" Huh who are they talking to. Do they mean me. "Somebody call an ambulance" Why cant I feel anything. "Oh no I've killed a kid" Sister will we never meet again. "You going to Jail Mister." "What it was an accident"

Na-Nagisa.

Nagisa