five - sick

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"I said, grasping my crushed shoulder, I really can't do this anymore"

The sky looked as if it were a pitch black canvas eagerly waiting for stars to scatter it's empty surface with brightness, but there was not a single star in the sky that night. Everything was dark.

How was it that a board game that showed up in the 7 boys resting room one day has already taken 3 victims in the matter of one and a half hours?

The four that remained were utterly exhausted and traumatized. Who would ever possibly give them this game, and why?

"All of the youngest ones are gone first. That's not fair!" Jhope lashed out as he whimpered like a lost puppy amongst the pile of mass that was once Kim Taehyung.

"Okay that's it. We're never going to live if we go against the group. We absolutely need to stick together until three. That's a command." Namjoon was beginning to grow more angry then mournful. He wasn't going to let another one of his friends die on his watch. Jin broke the silence that followed Namjoon's comment.

"You guys should just let me die. I got you in this, I don't see why you should help me get out." Jin's eyes were filled with darkness. It was like staring into two black holes.

"Don't talk like that. No one could have predicted that this would happen", Suga sniffled as he walked away from Taehyung's remains quickly. A shrill, high pitched laugh filled the boys ears and they jumped at the sound immediately. "What? You don't want more funnnn?" The horrible voice they were trying to forget mocked and Namjoon gritted his teeth. "You're not going to win." He reached out for the wrists of his three friends and stormed about the house. "No one let go of me, okay?" They all nodded, too afraid to talk, practically slipping in and out of consciousness due to the amount of drinks they consumed and the time of day.

They began to mumble nonsense. Insane nonsense. "Jungkook? Is that you?" "Jimin, help me!" "Where did Taehyung go? He was just here a second ago." It hurt to hear. The little bit of sanity they were holding on to escaped them. Making it out alive didn't sound as sweet anymore. But nonetheless, they continued to carry on hand in hand, their survival instincts overpowering their will to live.

Slow footsteps began to tread towards the old house. The boys immediately backed away from the door, wondering what could possibly happening now. They thought to themselves that they were just hallucinating again. But when everyone looked at each other simultaneously, they knew this was real. The old door creaked loudly as it was jammed open and a girl sighed in relief. "There you boys are! We were looking for you guys everywhere at the party! Wait... where's -" The girl suddenly choked on her words, stopping immediately as she saw the blood stained floorboards and the pallid faces staring back at her with wide eyes. She screamed out in terror and bolted away from the house, practically tripping over her own feet as she did so. If only they could all run away, they thought. But there was no escaping now.

A strong wind surged and the door that was left open slammed shut forcefully, causing the boys to flinch and back away. As they moved backwards, a squishing sound came from below them and they all turned to where the sound came from and Suga stared back at them with the most horrified face they have ever seen. It looked as if all the color in his body left him as he stared down at his shoe covered in blood and bits of one of his friends.

"I-its still warm" he cried out, feeling the blood soak up on his sock, blinking rapidly until his eyes gently rolled to the back of his head, passing out as his body was met with the cold and unforgiving floor.

*Suga POV*

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I took a moment to remember what just happened. Oh shit.

I wasnt in the old house anymore, and all of my friends were nowhere to be seen, and that meant one of two things. Either I just woke up from the worst nightmare of my life, or it was only beginning.

I soon realized it was the worse of the two options as my vision adjusted and I wasn't in the comfort of my bed, but rather sitting up against a wall on the sidewalk facing a busy street. Next to me were a couple beer bottles and an empty hat. My stomach suddenly grumbled viscously and I was reminded of my days as an amateur rapper with barely enough money for ramen. I promised myself after joining the Bangtan Boys that I would never have a life like that again, but I was living through it this very second.

I pulled at my hair roughly, looking towards the ground and trying to focus on something other than the growing pain in my stomach when I saw twelve feet before me. Growing hopeful, I looked up to see the six boys I was wishing for. "Guys! I'm so glad you're here!" I approached them for a hug when Namjoon reached out and pushed me against the wall, my back slamming against the surface as the rest let out a chuckle. "I'm sorry, do we know you?", Taehyung retorted with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Guys, it's me, Suga!" I frowned as their facial expression remained the same as before. "We don't know a Suga. Now, we have a concert to preform at so if you'll excuse us." Jimin eyed me before motioning for the other boys as a limo pulled up and they all hopped in, laughing at me before driving away. I was left all alone. No money, no food, and no friends to be there for me in my darkest times. I could feel my old past with depression creep back up on me, the part of my life that haunted me the most was coming back in full throttle, and I couldn't escape it.

The pain in my stomach grew significantly worse and I felt like I was going to throw up before realizing that it wasn't the hunger that was making my stomach hurt anymore. It was the shadowy black fist that was being shoved into my abdomen, taking over me as I coughed up blood and crumbled to the floor.

Guys I'm so sorry for being a bit late on my updates the past two chapters. My schedule is a bit hectic and I am going on vacation tomorrow but hopefully I will be able to write while I'm there. Thank you for always supporting me, I love you all!

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