"June 21st, 2022. Or maybe it was the 22nd. Either way, I should've died.

I laid there on the ground, trying to recover from the blow to my head.  The lights were off, so it's not like I could see anything anyway, but I felt like if I could see, my vision would just be one massive blur of limited colors and incoherent shapes.  I couldn't tell if I was actually bleeding or not at the time, but I was.  Someone threw me to the ground just a moment before, the force of their hands pushing me down so much more easily than I've ever felt anyone push me down before. Their eyes glowed a bright bluish-yellow, which was weird because that color is usually dark to me, so it was odd to see it glow. I forgot the name of that color for some reason, it's such an odd thing to forget but I couldn't quite recall it at the time. My head must've hit the floor too hard, maybe I'm not remembering the situation properly. Oh well.

What matters is that the Murderer attacked me. But somehow, someway, and for whatever reason, someone else stepped up. He took a bullet to his head for me, and I just sat there in shock, watching it, or more accurately, hearing it happen. When it was all said and done, the lights came back on. Just like I thought, I couldn't see. The pale yellow of the walls, the dark yellow of the couches, the brown of the floor, it was all mixed into one. They weren't much different in the first place, but now it was so much worse. If I reached my hand out to the side of me, I wouldn't be able to tell the couch was there until my fingertips hit it. But forget the awful colors and shapes, none of that mattered when you had a headache that might as well have been the death of you. Oh, and don't forget the dead body that was less than 2 feet away from me. I tried to sit up, but I just fell back down. It was like the weight of a thousand suns was pulling me down to Earth's crust. Painful. Very, very painful.

Someone lifted my head up. Blurs of the walls and floors became blurs of people. It wasn't a pretty blur either. It was awful, a god awful thing to look at and witness. It only made my headache worse, and that's not even mentioning the noise. It was loud, too loud for a group of just 18 people. I caught a glimpse of the floor, and while it was almost impossible to see, I noticed a splat on the floor that was darker than the rest of the wood.

Wait, I recognized that color. It was the same bluish yellow from the person's eyes. It was red. That's what the color was, red. The floor had blood on it. My blood.

That's all I can recall before I blacked out. The rest is for when my jaws stop hurting.

Whoever has been sending the gifts to me, please continue. I hope it helps you to know that this plan will be for the benefit of all."

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