The Suicide Circle

Truth

"He's not breathing..."

"He's not breathing?! What do we do now?!" Liana put her hands on Katell's shoulders and shook her, who didn't react at all.

"Grayson!! Are you awake?! Grayson!!" Dakota slapped Grayson's face repeatedly, earning no response.
"He's not conscious at all!"

He opened Grayson's mouth and just stared at it.
"Uh...how do you do that mouth to mouth thing?!"

"I know how to do it." I said. I guess I'm the only one who studied really hard in school.

Dakota looked up at me hopefully and gestured to the bleeding boy in bed.
"Do it!! Hurry!"

I carefully stepped across the floor, minding the broken glass. Sighing, I punched Grayson's nose and tilted his head back.
"Sorry, Dakota."

His mouth reeked of alcohol. I apologized to Dakota because I was just about to put my mouth on his boyfriend, but now that I know how bad his breath was, I should've apologized to myself too.

I tightly covered Grayson's mouth with my own and blew in two breaths, then released and started pumping onto his chest.

"Isn't that CPR? Wait what's the difference?" Liana blurted out.

"Doesn't matter." Katell said.

"Yes it does!!" Dakota argued.
"Is it working?!"

I didn't reply, just kept repeating the process. He still wasn't breathing. No matter how much air I blew into his mouth, it seemed like it wouldn't make its way to his lungs.
"There's something stuck in his throat." I announced, before trying the process again.

"What?!" Dakota asked.

"The pills." Katell said. "He needs to throw them up."

"But how do we make him throw-"

Dakota was interrupted by Grayson roughly turning over to his side and vomiting up bile.

"There it is." Katell said, wincing at the sight.

Grayson was now coughing up whatever he downed within the past two days. There was no food or water in here. Just alcohol and...various drugs? Not surprised.

We all watched as he finished emptying out his stomach. He finally opened his eyes as he gasped for air.

Dakota sprung back to life and jumped on him, clinging to whatever that was Grayson he could hold.
"Grayson!!! Why did you...Why did you...Oh my god..."

Grayson didn't reply, covering his face with his hands. Shaking his head, he turned away from Dakota and sobbed into his hands quietly.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

[~]

Third Person's POV

There was no emotion on Katell's face as she sat on Grayson's outstretched legs, treating the wounds on his arms. They were sitting in the middle of the big black suicide circle. Dakota was hugging Grayson from behind. Liana and Maisie were cleaning out Grayson's bedroom.

Grayson's wrists were held out in front of him for Katell. He stared down at them with a poker face, if not a disappointed expression.

Katell wiped the blood off his skin to reveal about 5 or 6 deep gashes on each wrist. She didn't quite know how to feel about this, if it was better than dozens of shallow cuts on each wrist, she had no clue.

"From now on, everyone needs to watch Grayson. Don't let him be alone anymore." She announced loudly.

Grayson glared up at her, and she returned the gaze. He then nodded his head once, and looked back down.

"And no more circle suicides for anyone until this all gets settled."

"Sounds reasonable." Maisie said as she carried a glass filled bag out of Grayson's bedroom.

"Not fair, but reasonable." Liana added as she carried Grayson's bedsheets out of the room as well.

Katell then started to wrap bandages around his wrist.
"Not proud of you, Grayson."

"I know." Grayson said, without looking at her.

"Why?" Katell asked, with as much dullness in her voice as possible.

Dakota seemed to want to know as well, as he shifted his hug in order to look at Grayson. Liana and Maisie stopped their cleaning in order to listen.

Grayson didn't answer, just kept staring at his wounded arms.

"Grayson?" Katell paused to look at him, eyes bored and an eyebrow raised.

He lowered his head more, as if he didn't have to answer if he did that.

Dakota hugged him tighter, then kissed his cheek.
"Please?"

Grayson looked at Dakota for a moment and sighed as he closed his eyes.
"Fine."

Dakota smiled and Grayson opened his eyes but avoided every gaze.
"It was on impulse. It won't happen again."

Katell studied Grayson's face for a moment, then said, "You're lying."

"No I'm not."

Dakota put his hand on Grayson's cheek and moved his head so that they were facing each other.
"Don't try to leave me and not give an explanation."

Grayson nodded, and Dakota kissed him, softly and slowly. Until Grayson forgot why he ever wanted to leave this behind.

Dakota pulled away and Grayson shook his head, pushing him away further.
"This...this is so wrong."

Dakota's eyes widened for a second, then he furrowed his eyebrows.
"What?"

Grayson looked at Dakota with teary eyes, and Dakota gasped. He'd never seen Grayson look so...sad...before.

"Don't you see? We're all just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide isn't the answer."