AITA for trying to ease the discomfort of my classmates?
Some context; I (18M. You can call me K) and my classmates were 'invited' (Forced) to a ballroom party by the 'headmaster' of our school. (Long story. We're trapped within the school because of that bastard and this is just its latest scheme) At first everything seemed normal. We were made to dress formally, pair up with each other and dance. The others even seemed to be having a good time and using the opportunity to bond. Not me, though. I know better. Something wasn't right, I could sense it...
It turns out my instincts were correct. As usual. Once we were finished with the festivities, we tried to leave and discovered that the door to the place was locked. It's made of study metal too, so breaking it down wasn't an option. (Trying to do so would result in execution anyway, so even if it were physically possible it would be pointless to try) We were trapped once again. And to make matters worse, that bear scum informed us that the only way to get out was for one of us to kill another. Typical. We resisted, of course. Too much bloodshed had already occurred, we didn't want to deal with any more.
It seemed it would be easy at first, the place appeared to have all the amenities one could need; a fully stocked kitchen and luxury bedrooms. However, we quickly learned better. It turned out the food was finite and would not be restocked once it ran out. At first the others agreed to ration the food so it would last longer, and I helped with this by only eating one meal a day. Their plan was a temporary solution, though. Of course the food would run out eventually. This wasn't helped by some of the students sneaking into the kitchen during the night, causing the supply to drain faster.
We lasted over a week, but before long everyone was on edge and desperate to get out. Starving, stinking (The ballroom had no shower facilities, and the clothes we'd previously changed out of were taken. Yet another method of psychologically breaking us down) and going stir crazy. There was much fighting and hostility, it seemed a murder was inevitable, no matter what empty platitudes of hope and determination the more optimistic of us kept spouting. This was proven correct one night (I believe it was night, there were no windows or clocks in this place) when one of my classmates (18M, let's refer to him as T) presented a plan to everyone.
T suggested that someone just kill another student and get it over with, a self sacrifice so that everyone else could get out. The perpetrator would be witnessed by everyone, and the class trial would be wrapped up quickly. He had even devised a method for deciding who would be the killer and who would be the victim; a majority vote. Everyone would choose two names for each role, and whoever got the most votes would be fated to kill and die. The others were hesitant and appalled at first, but he argued fiercely, and one by one each of them began being won over.
I couldn't allow this. There is never any excuse for murder, and T not only suggesting otherwise but trying to get the others on board with this dangerous way of thinking... I couldn't believe my ears. I stepped in, interrupting the debate with a plan of my own.
It was very simple, we all take ourselves out. That way, nobody becomes a murderer. There are no criminals, and we're all freed from the suffering we've been enduring. The hunger pains and anxiety, the paranoia and longing for home, all of it would be gone. Everything would be over and we could all be comfortable again. Together.
Nobody was willing to listen to me, though. They all shouted me down, panicked, and called me a lunatic. T even shed tears, terrified. But how was this any worse than what he'd been suggesting? If anything, this was the more logical solution.
In the end, they overpowered me and tied me up. Me! Treating me as if I'm some dangerous criminal! Unbelievable.
So, am I in the wrong here? I thought I was being very reasonable, but obviously nobody here agrees.
Is anon the asshole?
Voting ended onOct 12, 2025
