How do I Unkill Myself?

I took the pills late last night, and they made me feel good and fuzzy, and then suddenly very very tired. I knew that this would happen, so I simply fell into a sleep that I thought I wouldn't wake up from. But apparently it was just my body that wouldn't be waking up.

Well, I woke up in the morgue. I sat up from my body and got out of it, beginning to walk around.

I went home, and saw my mom on the floor crying. I saw my dad had come home from New York as soon as he heard that his baby had died. He was trying to console my mom, but it was no use. The child that she had given up her life for was gone, and she thought it was all her fault. "No! Mom it wasn't you! It was everything that I wasn't telling you and I'm sorry! It was those girls who called me a s**t for dating someone so much older than me and it was those boys...those boys who found me walking home in the dark and took away my innocence. It wasn't you! And it wasn't you either dad! I didn't mind that you were gone most of the time because I still got to talk to you and sports was our thing to do together on the weekends. You were the one who got me into all of the sports that I know and love. Baseball, basketball, bowling, softball, and even volleyball. This wasn't your fault!" I screamed at them, but they couldn't hear me.

So I went to school. My school. My only friend left at that school was concerned when I didn't come in that morning to walk laps with her in the hallways. She was called down to the office during second period and the principal broke the news to her. I had killed myself last night. Her face...it had always been so innocent and beautiful...but now it looked truly horror stricken. She ran her hands through her hair and stood up, but she couldn't stand. She fell to her knees and sobbed. My best friend since second grade was next to be told. He sat down in that chair and faced the principal. He took the news, stood up, and walked out of the office. He didn't let anyone see the tears that were forming in his eyes. He refused to let this affect him, but this year had been rough for him. He walked right into the bathroom and held his head over the toilet and got rid of his breakfast. I yelled at him now as well. "No! This is not your fault! There was nothing you could have done...nothing at all...I miss you, and I wish I could have talked to you more, but I just...didn't and I'm sorry and I love you...so, so much..." I sobbed next to him as he wiped his mouth and stood. He looked in the mirror as he wiped the last of his food from his red red lips and walked back out, as if nothing had just happened.

The teachers were called into a meeting during lunch and the news was broken to them. My Latin teacher and my biology teacher broke. My literature shed a few tears, but he stopped relatively quickly. My maths teacher simply exchanged looks with my basics in engineering teacher. My history teacher simply didn't believe it. They then broke the news to all of the students. Some of my friends in JCL disbelieved it. Yearbook and quiz bowl were the same.

I went to my boyfriend's school next. He didn't know yet. He was still with his friends, joking around. But he constantly was checking his phone. It was weird that I hadn't texted him yet. He rushed home on his bike and turned on the news. I had made the headlines. He broke down sobbing, running his hands through his hair and all over his body, trying to comfort himself with my touch. I simply fell to my knees with a soft thud. What have I done? He ran upstairs to his bathroom, taking the blades out of the razors that he has and starting to cut to the bone. "No please don't do this...don't join me, d****t! I want you to live and I want you to be happy! Don't make my mistake...please..."

But I was too late. He was beginning to pass out, his vision blurred with tears. I knocked over the phone, trying to dial 911 with fingers that weren't there. I was going to cost another life...and it was all my fault.

How do I unkill myself? So that I can undo everything that I saw my death caused.