Ｃａｎ 　ｙｏｕ 　ｈｅａｒ 　ｍｅ ?
...Who are you?
I can't...I can't see you.
But I know you're there. Yeah...you can definitely hear me.
You've been watching for a while now, right?
I guess I should...introduce myself, or something. Um...my name is...actually, that's stupid.
You obviously already know my name.
Sorry.Anyway...I'm guessing if you were able to put a stop to this, you would have done it by now.
I mean, I know you're not, like...evil, or anything...because you've already helped me so much.
I should really thank you for that. For everything you've done.
You're really like a friend to me. So...thank you. So much.
I think...more than anything else...I really don't want it to all be for nothing...
Everyone else is dead.
Maybe you already know that. I'm sure you do, actually.
But...it doesn't have to be that way, right?
Well...there's a lot of stuff I don't understand.
I don't know if it's even possible for me to understand it.
But I know that this isn't my only story. I can see that now. Really clearly.
And I think everyone else has had the same kind of experience.
Some kind of deja vu. It's the Third Eye , right?
Anyway...I could be totally wrong about this. But I really think you might be able to do something.
I think you might be able to go back...or however you want to put it...
...To go back and tell them what's going to happen.
If they know ahead of time, then they should be able to avoid it.
They should...if they remember their time with me in the other worlds...they should remember what I tell them.
Yeah. I really think this might be possible. But it's up to you.
I'm sorry for always being...you know...Never mind. I know that's wrong.
...

　　　　　 This is my story.

It's time to be a f/u/c/k/i/n/g hero.

Both of us.
　

If you found this note in a small wooden box with a heart on it, then *congratulations!* You are probably the first person to read this. I didn’t really plan on sharing this with anybody, but for some reason I think it’s exciting that somebody out there, a complete stranger, will come across this note and read my story. Someone I will never meet, sharing such a personal bond with me. I’m fascinated that either one of us could die - even as soon as tomorrow - with the other being completely clueless to the fact. To you, my entire life is within this note, and so I will live for as long as your memory can carry me. Writing this, I’m wondering if that makes you feel fascinated or violated. It’s so exciting.

I’m sorry if my story is a bit disorganized, but I’d like to get it down while it’s still fresh on my mind. First, I’ll tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a first-year college girl and have led, by most standards, a pretty unspectacular life up to this point. I grew up in an upper-middle class school district with decent teachers. I did track in middle school and some of high school, and I’ve had two boyfriends. Now, I’m studying for a career in occupational therapy, because I feel the field is undervalued and provides tremendous help to people.

I’m giving you this background because there’s this strange misconception that if you want to kill someone then you’re either sick in the head or you have anger management issues. But, it’s very apparent that I don’t fall into either of those categories. It’s true that most murder cases are in a domestic setting where someone loses control of their anger or something. But the thing is that those people kill under provocation, whether by a singular outburst or by a slow-burning series of misfortunes. Those people kill because in that brief moment, they want a specific someone, for a specific reason, to be hurt or killed.