His Demons [Book Two]

Chapter Four

Taehyung's birthday was at the end of December. The first weekend of January Taehyung, Namjoon, Yoongi, and I went camping to celebrate both his birthday and the new year. Namjoon and Taehyung worked on packing all the equipment into the car while Yoongi and I packed all the food and drinks. It was supposed to be a fun camping trip for the four of us to relax after the past year we had all gone through.

"Yoongi and I will share this tent, you two can share the other one," Namjoon stated while the four of us unloaded the car.

Taehyung seemed to be in his own world while he put up the tent we were going to be sharing. Back at the car I helped Yoongi unload the rest of the items while Namjoon pulled out the food for dinner. After all of us were finished Taehyung offered to cook us dinner. Yoongi agreed to the idea and shuffled over to his tent where he went inside, laid down, and fell asleep. That was the calm before the storm.

Before Taehyung started grilling the meat he walked away from the grill and towards the campfire that I had tried, but failed, to build. Without discussing it I walked over to the grill to take over while he worked on fixing the fire I made a mess of. When I made it to the grill I saw that the small propane tank hadn't been attached to the grill all the way. If I didn't act quickly the propane tank would have either caught fire or exploded.

Moving quickly, I unscrewed the propane tank. When you watch movies that include a lot of action, where things go wrong quickly, you always think that you'd know exactly what to do, that you'd think clearly. That was all bullshit. Why do I call bullshit? Because when I unscrewed the propane tank the only thing I could think of doing was throwing it away from me. I didn't look around to see who was standing where or make sure that everyone would be out of harm's way.

Namjoon let out a scream I had never heard before. My body moved slower than my mind, trying to keep up with everything I was trying to process. As I finally faced him I saw him on the ground, clutching at his chest as he screamed in agony. The propane tank was on the ground next to his feet.

"Call 911!" I yelled as I rushed over to Namjoon who, by the time I reached him, had stopped screaming. Yoongi rushed out of the tent and demanded to know what happened right before Taehyung broke the news. There was no cell service.

There was only one thing we could do at that point. I yelled for Taehyung to help me carry Namjoon to the car and for Yoongi to drive. It didn't matter, though. We had to drive two hours to get to the closest hospital and by then Namjoon had already died. After an autopsy they declared he had died because his heart was punctured by his breastbone.

He blead to death.

Namjoon had died.

Namjoon was dead because of me. If I had just looked around before throwing the propane tank or just stayed aware of my surroundings it wouldn't have happened. It was my fault that Namjoon was dead.

I could handle losing one friend. I could handle losing two. But when it went from three to four I found myself spiraling out of control. School no longer mattered to me the way it should have. Yoongi was my friend but I had started to stay clear of him because I started to wonder if maybe I was the reason my friends were dying. How else could I explain the fact that the only thing all of them had in common was me?

However, I started to wonder if maybe it was something else that they all had in common that caused them to die. It was a night that I had stayed over at Taehyungs that I came to the realization. Taehyung had his arm around me and I was resting up against his chest, trying to process the information I was playing over in my head.

Taehyung had told me that when he was ten his dad had left and never returned. There was no proof of him leaving and there was no proof of him being alive. He never appeared once since Taehyung was ten.

Then his mom died a couple years later. She died when she overdosed on pills while intoxicated. Taehyung had been the one who called 911 but it didn't matter, she was dead.

Seokjin had been the one who had gone rock climbing with Taehyung. It was considered a freak accident and Taehyung was considered a hero for trying to save his life. Of course, he didn't save him and Seokjin fell to his death. That made the total up to three people.

Then it was Jimin and Hoseok. Two birds with one stone was the best way to put it. I would have continued to think it was a freak accident if Taehyung hadn't had the bruise on him. The entire situation didn't make sense unless he was the one who caused them to crash. Total: five.

Namjoon. Oh god, Namjoon. For months I had blamed myself for his death. If I hadn't thrown the propane tank. If I had looked around. If I had done everything differently. Then I remembered that if I hadn't gone over to the grill it would have caught fire or exploded. Why? Because it hadn't been attached correctly. And who was the one who attached it?

Taehyung.

Death total: six.

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***I don't know how many chapters this will be but the remaining chapters will be posted on 2018/02/13 to 2018/02/16 <3 Thank you and enjoy!