I Have A Little Sister?

Apparently, after years of grieving over my disappearance, they finally decided to have another child, which is my younger sister, who was in her first year of high school when I first met her a year ago.

I was a little surprised at first, as I didn't even think about having any siblings. But it made sense when I thought about it. 

It even made me heave a sigh of relief, knowing that someone was there in my place, to alleviate the pain my parents felt after my disappearance.

I thought that, just like how I slowly got closer to my parents, by interacting with them on a daily basis, I could get closer to my sister as well and have a normal sibling relationship.

But I was very wrong to think that approach would work, as my sister....Well...I don't know how to say this in a nice way.

But...she was kind of a loner.

Not only was she a loner who didn't like to interact with anyone other than her parents, and liked to coop up in her room all day. She also had a severe case of social anxiety, which made her unable to interact with anyone properly without having a panic attack. 

Because of that, she didn't have any friends even though she was in the prime of her life and stayed in her room all the time, other than when she had to go to school. 

Honestly, the fact that she even went to school regularly with all the problems she had, was already very commendable in my mind.

So with all these issues, you could somewhat guess how she would react when she was told that she had a long-lost brother, that came back to the family and was going to live in the same house as her, which she treated as her protective fortress.

In her eyes, it was the same as basically telling her that an older man with an unclear history and background, was going to stay in the same house as her, and was even going to be sleeping in the room right next to hers.

I was told by my parents that she was fine with me coming back to the house, and was happy to welcome me back into the family. But it clearly wasn't the truth, as the only time I properly got a look at her, was when they introduced me to her for the first time.

After that, she'd stay in her room all day, trying to avoid me at all cost. And even when she saw me in the house, when she came back from school or to pick up her meal to take back to her room, she'd run away like a mouse the moment she saw me, as if I were a scary monster.

I tried many times to talk to her and see if we could work things out. But she'd run away before I could get a word in. 

After a few months of trying, I had given up trying to get close to my sister, which even my parents didn't say anything about, as they too regarded it as an impossible case to crack. 

One that only a miracle can help with.

But I don't know if God was listening to their prayers, because a miracle did happen, when one day an accident took place, which allowed me to have a breakthrough with my sister, and was the starting point of my relationship with her. 

One day when I was home alone with my sister, I got a call from my mother saying that my sister wasn't picking up her calls, which she usually does, and was worried if anything happened to her. 

She wanted me to go up to her room and directly check up on her, just in case anything happened, as she was a worrisome kid that always needed someone's eyes on her. 

As my mother had asked, I went to her room and knocked on her door to call her. 

I'd done this many times before, to call her for dinner or lunch which she'd usually respond with a faint 'okay' or 'coming'. That was the closest thing I got to an interaction with my sister, as the rest of the time I called out to her, she'd run off in a jiffy.

She'd usually respond very quickly, as if she wanted to quickly send me off from her room. 

But this time, she didn't respond.

I knocked a few more times and loudly called out her name. But to no avail, she didn't respond in the slightest.

This made me sweat, and I started to get a little nervous, as getting no response from a kid in a closed room with several different issues usually doesn't end in a very good way.

Even though I barely knew her, and knew that she wanted nothing to do with me, she was still my little sister by blood; and I wanted nothing to happen to her, and was scared out of my mind when she didn't respond at that time.

I even vividly remember my hands and feet shaking at that moment, while my back was covered in cold sweats. 

I originally never believed in God. But at that moment, I was silently reciting a prayer in the back of my mind, praying that nothing happened to her.

I don't know if it's because we were related by blood. Or because she was just a poor little high school girl, who had her own struggles at a very young age. But at that moment, I wanted nothing more in the world, other then her to be safe and sound.

Now that I think about it, it seems that even though we barely interacted with one another and met each other much later in our lives, I already treated her as my little sister who I had to protect, even if I had to put my life on the line.

I braced for any situation that could take place and twisted the door knob, which was surprisingly open, and pushed open the door, praying that nothing happened to her.

I thought of all sorts of scenarios that would take place after I opened that door, and I thought that I was ready to face anything thrown my way.

But boy was I wrong, as when I opened that door, I saw something that I wouldn't have guessed even with a gun put to my head.