[ WP ] Write a story of a school shooting that makes us sympathetic with the shooter .

Have you ever heard of the locked in syndrome? It's a rare medical condition that causes your entire body, except for your eyes, to be completely paralyzed. However your brain still functions normally, you can think, remember, imagine, see, feel, but you're unable to do anything. You're locked in your body, forced to watch as everyone else around you lives their lives, hoping that maybe... Just maybe....Someone might see that twitch in your eye and know that even you are there. 
 
 That's what I feel like. I'm not physically paralyzed, I'm, not trapped in my body, but I can not do anything. I'm like a ghost, no one sees me, no one notices me, no one cares about me. 
 
 My aprents work all around the country, they're home maybe once or twice a week, even then only to sleep and then they're off again. 
 
 The teachers do n't care, they just want you to learn whatever bullshit is in their curriculum. You try to talk to them and they tell you to talk to your friends, what friends? 
 
 The people around me? The only time anyone talks to me is when I ask something, when I talk to them. No one will approach me. So I try, I try to talk to them. I try to be funny, tell jokes, I try to ask what they're doing, maybe we could hang out? But it's all empty, it's shallow and lacks any meaning. No one ever asks how I'm doing, no one ever asks if I need help, if everything is alright. As long as I'm not crying my eyes out and cutting my wrists, everyone thinks everything is alright. 
 
 And I'm trapped, inside myself, I want to scream out, I want them to see me, I want them to hear me! I'm here! Look at me! I'm alive! Help me! Please! I want to, I want to scream from the bottom of my heart but I ca n't. So I walk through the school corridors alone, I sit and eat my lunch alone, I go home by myself and sit alone in my room staring at the computer screen. 
 
 **Columbine High School massacre** 
 
 Wha.... 
 
 Entire nations fixated on this, reports of the school, life of shooters, personality, journals, photos, people who barely knew him, it went on and on and on. There was so much of it! The entire nation was fixated on this man, every news organizations was trying to get the biggest scoop about his life. 
 
 Virginia tech, Sandy hook, Chardon, Red Lake, it went on and on..... 
 
 The shooters even though they are dead... Are more alive than I am...... 
 
 Getting a gun was easy, hell it was almost easier than getting booze. 
 
 I walked to school, I moved through the crowd without anyone paying attention. The doors were closing, people were starting to go to their classes..... 
 
 **BANG! ** 
 
 The gun kicked back, it got quiet, I could hear as the casing fell to the floor. 
 
 I looked at what I shot, some guy was staggering, his white shirt was turning red from the hole at his chest, he looked at me. I did n't really feel anything, no joy, no grief, no murderous intent. *Look at me! I'm here! Do you see me! I'm right here! Do you see me now! * 
 
 They did. Everyone's eyes were on me. It was a queer sensation, like butterflies in the stomach, *they see me*, I squeezed the gun. 
 
 `` I.....I......'' The words were stuck in my throat, my palm was sweating, I looked around. Panic broke loose, people started screaming, running, shouting and tackling each other. 
 
 `` Ah..n.....NO!'' I shouted out and felt the kick again. I heard someone falling, I could n't hear the casing anymore it was drowned out by the screams. 
 
 `` NO! NO!!! STAY HERE!!'' I ran after them. Kick, kick, kick. 
 
 I was at the main entrance, crowds of people in front of me trying to squeeze through the door 
 
 `` STOP!!!!!'' I screamed from the bottom of my lungs and the gun kicked again. 
 
 Everyone froze. Their eyes turned to me again. 
 
 I stood there still, my sweaty palm squeezed around the grip. I could smell the gunpowder. *Yes... Just like that... Look at me. I'm here! Do you see me now! * 
 
 I looked around, everyone was looking at me. 
 
 `` I....I'm here are n't I? I'm really here right? You see me do n't you?'' My hands were shaking, tears were rolling out of my eyes. I looked around, no one moved. 
 
 `` ANSWER ME!'' I shouted, crying. 
 
 I looked around and they were nodding their heads...'' Yeah, you are, yes you're here, we see you, you're there'' 
 
 `` Thank you... and....I'm sorry'' The gun kicked and fell on the floor.
