Found : A Dan Howell Fanfiction

Part 2 : New Links

Evelyn waited patiently on the couch, checking the time and brushing off her clubbing dress. Short, but long enough to cover the scars on her legs, it was black, with cutouts on the sides, and a little sparkly. It was also a little loose, because of her increasing occurences of purging in the past year. She stood, and went to look at herself in the mirror in her bedroom. Her dress framed her nicely, and made her hazel eyes pop, but she did not like the dark circled, thick thighed, and broad shouldered girl she saw looking back at her. She slowly approached the mirror, and put her hand on her image, and her reflection removed her hand from hers, and waved at slowly at her, then taking a razor that appeared in her hand, she looked sadly at Evelyn, and quickly drew the blade across her neck, collapsing on the floor, and blood gushing down her chest, pooling on the floor. She did not flinch at this image, she did not back away. She just stared, at her own lifeless body on the floor in front of her. This version of her chose the easy way out, was she destined to take the harder way? She had know idea, but before she was able to think about it, there was a knock at the door. Evelyn glanced across the room at the clock. It was 9:04. Time for the misery to begin. Her wedge heels thumped on the hardwood as she made her way to the front door. She quietly took a deep breath, and opened the door. Kipa, beautiful as ever, stood there in her short, white dress, and Louis stood behind her, wearing a nice button-up and a bowtie. She looked back to Kipa, whose smile lit up the room brightly, Evelyn could only compare it to the way a child would.

"Ready?" Kipa asked, peeking into the apartment around Evelyn.

"Yep. Let's go," relpied Evelyn, moving past them into the hallway. The night was clear, and the air was breezy, and Evelyn closed her eyes as she took a deep breath of the fresh air, scented with smog of the passing cars. She and her friends walked side by side the five blocks, avoiding the collisions with the other residents of downtown London. From a commoner's view on the street, the club could've looked like an Abercrombie outlet, if it weren't for the giant security guard standing outside, and the neon letters in the tacky font, spelling out The Link. The guard took their IDs.

"Kipa Johnson, 21, good. Louis Theodore, 24, good. Evelyn Grimes, 21, good," the guard said as he checked each of their licenses. After checking their IDs, they were admitted into the club, with blaring bass music, flashing blue lights, and a bar on the back wall. The floor was covered with a lighted dance floor, and the occaisonal puddle of someone's spilled drink. Evelyn turned to her friends.

"I'll be at the bar," She yelled over the music, even though she could assume they didn't hear her anyway. She worked her way through the mass of dancing, squirming bodies, all the way to the bar at the very back of the club. She took a seat at one of the bar stools, placing her golden clutch on the black granite bar. A bartender approached her, and she yelled out to him her order.

"Chardonnay! Whatever you got!" The bartender nodded, and proceeded to get her drink. Evelyn scanned the club, and found Kipa and Louis dancing together at the edge of the crowd. Kipa was laughing, and Louis was smiling widely. Evelyn smirked, but on the inside she churned and toiled, wishing for a kind of love like that. She turned back to the bar, and discovered a glass of white wine in front of her, which she picked up and sipped generously. She swallowed, and surveyed that night's group of individuals. There was a petite girl in the corner, making out with a gentleman shorter than she was. And a couple of what looked to be teens in the middle of the floor, one with a bottle of vodka by the neck, and the other banging his head to the bass of the music. She turned back to the bar, and swished her wine around in the glass. All of a sudden, and young man came and sat down at the stool next to her. And placed his glass down in front of her. She looked over at him, and she was startled. He was a tall young man, he towered over her, and his dark apparel was appealing to her sense of style. He half-smiled at her, which made a small dimple on the side of his cheek stand out. When he spoke, he did so with a bit of a slurred tone, but his voice was deep and a little sexy.