đ„ REDACTED FILE: Solace in the Ashes
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
[REDACTED: ORIGIN]
Date: July 26, 1764
Time: Unknown
Nine children. One teacher. Lenape warriors. Colonial silence.
No sirens. No vigils. No headlines. Just blood in the soil and silence in the archive.
[REDACTED: COLUMBINE]
Date: April 20, 1999
Time: 11:19 AM
Thirteen dead. Twenty-four wounded.
âI saw my best friend die under the table. I still hear her whispering.â âSurvivor, age 17
The shooters filmed their plans. The survivors still replay their trauma.
[REDACTED: SANDY HOOK]
Date: December 14, 2012
Time: 9:35 AM
Twenty children. Six adults.
âI packed her lunch that morning. Strawberry yogurt. She never opened it.â âMother of victim, age 6
The classroom was decorated for winter. The blood soaked through the snowflakes.
[REDACTED: PARKLAND]
Date: February 14, 2018
Time: 2:21 PM
Seventeen killed. Seventeen wounded.
âI texted my mom âI love youâ from inside a closet. I didnât think sheâd ever read it.â âSurvivor, age 16
The fire alarm was pulled to lure them out. The bullets met them in the hallway.
[REDACTED: UVALDE]
Date: May 24, 2022
Time: 11:33 AM
Nineteen children. Two teachers.
âI smeared blood on myself and pretended to be dead. I was nine.â âSurvivor, age 9
The police waited. The children didnât have time.
[REDACTED: MINNEAPOLIS CATHOLIC SCHOOL]
Date: August 27, 2025
Time: 10:04 AM
Two children. Seventeen injured.
âMy son still sleeps with the lights on. He says the dark sounds like gunfire.â âParent of survivor, age 7
The shooter fired through stained glass. The Mass turned into a massacre.
The crucifix watched. The altar bled. God was silent.
No miracle. No shield. Just blood on the hymnals and silence in the sanctuary.
[REDACTED: FINAL GLITCH]
Total lives lost to school shootings in the United StatesâŠ
1,000+
1,300+
1,500+
1,670 confirmed
1,670 souls
1,670 children, teachers, staff, dreams
CANâT BREATHE
[REDACTED: CLOSING DISPATCH]
This file is not a plea. It is a wound.
It is not a solution. It is a scream.
It is not a post. It is a grave marker.
Make them feel. Make them hurt. Make them listen. Make them remember.
Filed from Salem, Oregon · Encryption Level: Severe