Cordelia Ringflit's hair flowed in a gentle breeze as she stood over the roof. Her brown eyes were shut peacefully as she leaned over to feel more air. "What a lovely day." She smiled. Straight, golden hair dangled over the edge and caught onto an open window. "OUCH! Who opened that window?" Cordelia wondered aloud. As she reached down to close it, a sensation of horror chilled her. There was a hand holding hers, grip holding the twisting and writhing girl roughly. The last thing she remembered was falling and seeing a terrifying person. The person was a little girl with long black hair and a distorted face. Her eyes were black. What happened to Cordelia? Smack, she hit the second floor window ledge, smack, she hit the bike shed, SMACK, she hit the ground. Death carried her body away and her soul remained. Nobody knew what happened. Nobody remembered Cordelia. Only the little girl with black hair and black eyes.
Could she be...?
No.
Death was male.
Right?
Or was she the girl who died years ago?
A girl called Cecilia?
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The Schoolgirl With A Parasol
EspiritualCordelia Ringflit is- no, WAS a beautiful schoolgirl who was pushed off of a rooftop into a lake. Barely alive, she had struggled to swim to the edge and failed. but WHAT does she want with everyone who goes to the rooftop...?
