I woke up and tried to sit up, banging my head on something, I opened my eyes. I must have survived?  I patted the bl... these aren't blankets, they're paper. I looked around, checking my body for and not feeling any wounds. Where was I?

I paused, and tapped the 'roof' above me with my index finger. It rang out with a metallic  

"donk" I'm in a metallic box. No duh I yelled out "hello? why am I in here?" I waited for a response.

No response came. I waited for what felt like a few minutes, until I tried banging on the box with my fists. I'm about to start panicking. Why did they use students as hostages? Did the cops get them? a squeak came from the hallway. I yelled

"HEY HELP I'M STUCK!" I heard a scream from a man before a 

"where are you?" I banged on the box again. My ears hurt from the noise. The voice rang out again, closer this time. "DO THAT AGAIN" he was right infront of me, I kicked the side I heard the voice from. I then heard a click and the thing I was on rolled out. I looked at my saviour.

He was a very broad shouldered person, he also had a bit of a gut, but I was so thankful I jumped up and hugged him...

until I realized I was naked. He sighed before asking

"so how did you even get in there? It takes a key and you need to be dead for the lock to close." I responded with 

"wait, I was dead? WHAT! THAT MAKES NO SENSE" to which he calmly replied

"can you put some clothes on, mr. was dead? Then you can tell me how you ended up here."

He walked me down a massive hallway of... this is a morgue. I suddenly felt sick. Did I actually die? What happened? 

...

I drank the water out of the water bottle he had kindly given me. before starting my incredibly detailed description of how I might have died.

"I had  helped to plan this homecoming, right? it was in febuary, on the 18th" I took a breath, trying to remember exact details.

"We planned to make it incredible! with unecessary additions and delicious snack of all kinds!" he said

"like a prom" I nodded a little. Before continuing

"After an hour or so, everybody started passing out, I tried to stay awake but saw multiple people asleep on the floor."

The man went pale. I stopped and asked

"so it's a big deal?" he responded with 

"every kid who was at the event is dead by gunfire. I cremated some of them myself" I went blank

"oh" I started crying. My friends were gone. I'd convinced all of them to go. They're dead because of me. 

Alex was gone, my friend who had been with me since 4th grade. Gabe, who I wanted to help with his depression. Kaden! ARGH.

I didn't know what to do. I asked the man through tears

"can you take me home?" he responded with 

"after you tell me how you're alive."