Broken- A Danisnotonfire Fanfic

Broken- Chapter 1

Broken: Chapter 1

*Warning- May be upsetting*

It was another day, in the as always, busy London. I still can't believe we just packed up our stuff and moved here last year. We meaning my best friend, Tabby, and I. We decided to move away from Belfast (in Northern Ireland). There was nothing there for us. Plus...too many bad memories, too many faces I never want to see again. It's easier to disappear...

I woke up at 9:00am to the sound of Tabby turning on the blender. I groan and stumble into the kitchen of our high flat. Tabby was already dressed with her makeup perfectly done, making various smoothies. Oh yeah, it's smoothie week, I thought to myself.

I clear my throat loudly. She jumps slightly and turns smiling at me.

"I know as a professional YouTuber, you may need to practise, but are you kidding me?!?" I joke

Tabby is a kind of food guru on YouTube. She makes stuff and sometimes I participate. But usually she kicks me out for like eating the chocolate or something. She grins at me and says

"Well you have to get up sometime! Anyway I'm going to the gym in a minute so I thought a morning smoothie would be the best way to start the day" as she passes me a mango smoothie

"I suppose I'll go for a walk later and get a coffee or something" I sigh in reply

She leaves and I go into the living room to my other best friend, my laptop. I watch my favourite youtubers for half an hour, saving the very best for last, danisnotonfire and amazingphil.

Dans latest video is so funny and I relate to so many parts. Though it was hard to concentrate when his deep brown eyes gazed directly into the camera, giving me goosebumps. He really did look like an angel that fell from above. Yeah I know, cheesy right?

---some time later---

As I put an extra coat of mascara on my already heavily made up eyes, I sigh heavily. I'm wearing my favourite green skinnies, my red ankle boots, a black long sleeved top and a navy waistline coat. It was cold today, as usual.

I stared at my reflection and thought,

***no wonder you can't get a good boyfriend, be prepared for a life alone. You can stare at those chocolate eyes all you want but you'll never find a guy who actually likes you and it halfway as amazing as Dan Howell. Never.***

As I cross the busy road outside my flat, amazingly not being hit by a car as my iPod blasts Panic! At the Disco into my eardrums. I go down a shortcut alley way to get to the quieter lane I like to walk down, it's nicer. I blink for a second and in that second I feel a large pair of hands grab my shoulders tightly.

I rip out my earphones to ask the owner of the dirty hands what the hell he was doing but as they fall out of my ears, a rag was pushed against my mouth. I scream and kick him hard between his legs. He crouches slightly in pain. I try to sprint but he grabs my leg and I trip.

"I was thinking of going easy on you sweetheart but that nasty little outburst of yours...tut tut" his breath smelt of foul booze and I thrashed about as hard as I could

"Help! Somebody help me!" I scream at the top of my lungs as he picks me up and slams me against the wall. He has me pinned there, one hand squeezing my throat, the other ripping my top down the middle. I can't breathe.

He chuckles to himself and says

"No one can help you. Don't bother trying love. This is all your f---"

As he's finishing his sentence, I see a brick hit him in the back of the head. His grip releases and he falls down my body. Because other hand is still holding my bra, he drags me down to the ground too. I'm gasping for air and shaking with tears. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but I hear a voice saying,

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."

My vision is blurring but I can make out him taking out his phone and just as I slip into unconsciousness he says,

"Hello ambulance and police please, a girl has been almost raped. The man is knocked out and the girl looks faint. We are at St Hassatons street. My name is Dan Howell."