AN: I do not own Hello Charlotte and Soushuu Senshinkan Gakuen Hachimyoujin.


It was like this every night.

I press the button, and the static fades away.

The screen changes and I see a white-haired girl eating crisps. A cat that took the shape of a maggot purred in her lap. She seems happy. Blissful even.

Looking at her binging the food with no care in the world, I feel frustration rise up.

I switch the channel.

She fell.

I heard a sickening sound. The wet, raw sound you associate with the kind of things you don't want happening anywhere near you. The kind of sound you never really get to hear often. Judging from the height that she fell from, it was clear that the girl was dead the instant it hit the pavement.

All that was left, all that my mind could take in, was the scarlet trail seeping slowly across the asphalt; the frail, bone-like limbs, and the long, white hair, which still retained some of its living beauty.

And that dead face.

The scene struck my mind with the image of a flower pressed between the pages of an old, musty tome.

Perhaps because the corpse, with its neck twisted, looked like a broken lily to me.