The Suicide Circle

Grayson

Grayson's POV

Let's see. What was I doing here again? It's cold. It's dark. I'm outside. A field. I'm on grass. Prickly. What? My body hurts. Not discomfort, pain. Throbbing pain. Like a heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Each heartbeat sends an ache through my body. Have I ever felt this before? I'm tired. I think I'll go to sleep now. Sweet dreams. I can't breathe. Mom I think I'll see you soon.

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"Mom..." I can't open my eyes.

"Is he okay?" I heard a girl say.

"What the fuck do you think?" Another girl replied, but she sounded a lot younger.

"Huh...?" I was awake but I couldn't move. Wide awake. Where am I? Soft. I'm on something soft and comfy. Comfier than my own bed.

"Oh my god." I heard the younger girl say, before she slapped me across my face.

"OWW!!!" I sprung to life, opening my eyes as I clutched my cheek with my hands. I saw two girls standing in front of me. The older one was maybe in her late teens, and was pretty tall, with light brown hair that was braided messily. The younger one couldn't have been older than 13 or 14, was around average height and had long dark wavy hair.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"

"You said something, but didn't wake up." The younger girl shrugged.

"Aren't I dead?"

The two girls looked at each other, and the older one laughed, the younger one just scoffing.

"Do we look like angels to you?" The younger girl leaned on her hand, which was on the bed post near my feet.
"Well, unless we're devils."

"We found you passed out in the grass field near here, you looked pretty beaten up. What happened?" The older girl explained.

What did happen? I actually don't remember. Did I?

"I don't...know."

The younger girl sighed and walked closer to me. She pointed to my face.
"There's a big purple bruise on your face. Think of the pain. Close your eyes, and think of when the pain struck you. What did you feel? What did you see?"

I did as she said, closed my eyes. I thought of the pain. When it struck me I was prepared for it. When the fist met my face I hit my head on something. I see my dad. His face filled with anger, screaming things at me. Striking me with blows. I remember now. I came out to my dad. He didn't take it well. So let's just say I don't have a family now. Mom, I'm sorry, I'll have to see you later.

I opened my eyes.

"So?"

"Uh..."

The girls just stared at me.

"My dad... He's... I'm..."

"You're?" The girls were growing impatient.

"I'm GAY! And my dad didn't like that! He kicked me out, not without giving me a fucking beating. Happy now?!"

"We're not happy. That's why we're here. But you're perfect. What's your name?" The younger girl replied.

"Uh, Grayson?"

"Is that an answer or a question?"

"My name is Grayson."

"Cool. Welcome to the suicide circle."

AUTHOR'S NOTE
A late thank you @FrejaThePanda for adding this story to their reading list.
And sorry for not updating that frequently. Oops.