[Not] again

Disclaimer: the picture here is not my drawing, yet I fixed it a little using painttoolSAI.

Things are repeating.

First, the girl that smiled to him yesterday, now is asking him to have lunch with her. Such a nice girl. What a pity.

And so, they have lunch together on the rooftop. A little chat, those boring things. Woah, don’t they look lovely together?

And after that, yes, of course. The piano. The piano in the instrument room is being played. The room is right under where they are, so he can easily hear it. So this is happening again huh?

Few days later, the newspaper coverages of a murder of a young school girl, she was killed inside the instrument room of her school after lunch time. The murder weapon was identified as some kind of string – the kind of string that use in fishing line or in musical instruments. She was suffocated to death, and was hit by a stick-like weapon several time after her death. The police have no clues of who the killer can be, or how that one was able to lead the victim into the room and kill her. The only suspect was a school boy, who was the last one to talk to her earlier before the murder, but when he was being in custody, an anonymous sent the police a picture of him standing near the school clock on the roof, and the time on it was exactly when the girl was killed.

“She told me that she wanted to see who was playing the piano, although I told her not to because I felt uneasy. I knew this would happened because this is at least the 10th time of the 10th school. I should stop her, then all of this had never happened…”

“Boy, I know this was hard for you, but we found no sign of that someone played the piano, or any instrument in the room. And all other students don’t say anything about hearing a piano sound or any unusual noise.”

“Ah ~ so lucky that I took some pictures of him right?”
“It was just because I cleaned it all you know?”

The pianist

“Hi everyone. My name is [  ], really looking forward to joining you all in the next semester.  So as the teacher said, I was a transfer student from…”

How many times had she repeated these sentences? She doesn’t care anymore. This should be the 10th school, at least. Changing and changing and changing…. fufu, hope this won’t stop.

“So please be nice to me, I hope we will be good friends, or lovers.”  – This’s happening again. Ah. That’s boy on the corner is smiling to her. She feel some exciting presage.

The piano sound dancing in her mind, note by note caress her eardrums.

“What will I be playing for him this time?”

Broken

“Let me dance in the dark, and I will sing”
She kept singing and dancing, while tears kept falling down from my eyes. Her angelic smile, hid away her suffering from outsiders, but not from me. She‘ll never be able to lie to me.

“Memories will fade, I’ll let them decay”
I saw her breaking down to pieces with every step she made. Her feelings, shone like glass fragments, falling down like snow. She kept on jumping on her broken emotions, forced herself to smile when her feet was bleeding.

“Broken pieces of me, I don’t want to be free”
I screamed out to make her stop, but no sound was made. I was completely useless. She went on dancing and dancing and dancing…dancing…danc…it was hurt watching her like that. Stop. Please, STOP.

“Don’t…de..cay…”
That day will some when the remain of her is just broken glass shinning inside her neverending darkness. I don’t want it to come, but what can I do?

Just…pick up the flower…before it sink into the shadow

The piano sound

“Hi everyone. My name is [  ], really looking forward to joining you all in the next semester. Whatever I don’t care anyway. So as the teacher said, I was a transfer student from…”

How many times had he repeated these sentences? He doesn’t know anymore. This should be the 10th school, at least. Changing and changing and changing…. ha, when will it stop?
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“So please be nice to me, I hope we will be good friends, or not.”  – This’s happening again. Ah. That’s girl on the corner is smiling to him. He feel some uneasy presage.
The piano sound creeping into his mind, note by note heavily hit his eardrums.

What’s awaiting him?