The End Of All Things // Phanfic

Daniel James Howell

splash. splash. The sound of little drops of rain hitting the massive window in the three storey building gave him such a pleasant feeling - a feeling of relaxation and comfort. As his chocolate-like eyes stared out the window he spotted a ginger and white kitten sitting with a little girl in an orange and white dress -to match the cat-, which made him smile. Little things like that could really make his anxiety go away and make him feel happier. Not completely happy, just happi-er.

"You may all leave the room now," turning around quickly, he nodded at his manager and stood up slowly, waiting for the others to leave. "Oh Dan, have some confidence in yourself!" His manager spoke with a clear and confident voice, smiling through his words. Howell nodded shyly immediately, almost too immediately. "O-of course, Mr. Gregory" Daniel spluttered out, his words tripping over like someone running a marathon with their shoelaces undone.

After a few long, hard, terrifying hours at the job Dan never wanted, he was finally home. He set his phone on the table, walking into the kitchen and grabbing some bread from the bread bin. He popped two pieces of bread in the toaster and sighed, leaning against the counter to wait for the bread to be toasted.

Dan Howell was 19 years old. He lived with his parents in Manchester, UK, and he didn't really have many friends. His only real friend was his sister, Gaby, who was the nicest person you could think of. There was this other person though, his therapist. He was always there for Dan, and they had sessions every Friday. Today was Friday.

The toast popped out of the toaster, causing Dan to jump a bit and exit his thoughts. He grabbed the butter from the fridge and started to spread it onto the toast. When he was done, he put the knife and the butter away, and took the food up to his bedroom.
It was always so dark and cold in dans room - whenever you would enter it, you would feel uneasy, unsafe, like someone had been murdered there. Fortunately for him, no one had been.

Gracefully sitting down on his bed he grabbed his remote and turned the tv on, which was playing an episode of adventure time. He smiled a little, liking seeing the familiar show he used to love when he was a younger and still loves to this day.
After about a minute or two of watching Adventure Time, his phone started vibrating in his pocket.
missed call from James Lester.