Sometimes people just feel like they have no other options, it's more than just 'fantasy', it's something broken, that no one could, or more accurately(imo) cared to try and fix. My mother went through a school shooting in the 70's(75 to be exact).
The shooting happened mid-week, by Monday students were back in school, no counselling, not even a school-wide assembly. She vividly remembers looking up above the doorway in one of her classes and seeing flesh stuck to the top of the doorjam. 40=ish years later, the memories and nightmares come back the minute she reads about a school shooting.
The shooter involved(who also killed himself) was from a seemingly happy family, two parents, siblings, musician(brought his two rifles to school in his guitar case).
My thoughts are with all the victims of the shooting, and their families,(including the famil of the shooter). I hope they can all find peace, and that they have more help and support than my mother and her friends did. Back then, they werent allowed to discuss it, it was 'unseemly'.
ETA: I wanted to clarify that from what has been gathered in the case of my mothers school(I might add the shooter was actually her lab partner, is it bad to say I'm glad he either liked her or that she was delinquent and skipped school that day?) the student involved was a good student, but had received two 0's on late assignments, and was sure that it would stop him from getting into medical school.
