Found : A Dan Howell Fanfiction

Part 3 : Paths Begin

        Evelyn walked through the empty streets of London, late at night, the cold of the breeze seeping into her skin. She turned a corner onto another street, then again into an alley. She walked down it until she reached the end, admiring the graffiti that was sprayed on the brick wall in front of her. Suddenly, the entrance to the ally sealed, and a ceiling formed above, in between the two buildings. Evelyn was trapped. In a room with no doors or windows, with an eerie glow like the moon coming from the ceiling above. Evelyn started to panic, and her heartbeat sped up. All of a sudden, a figure emerged from the corner of the long, dark room. She couldn't recognize it at first glance, but Evelyn remembered the dark attire from the night before. It was Dan. He walked confidently towards her, hands in his pockets, and hair swept to the side, creating a a sort of fringe over his face. His eyes sparkled in the spooky, dim light, and his clothing blended in quite well with the black background of the malicious room. Dan approached Evelyn, and she took a step back, unsure about what was about to happen. Dan stopped a few feet in front of her, and Evelyn stared at his pale face, pondering her options in the current scenario. Suddenly, Dan pulled something long and metallic out of his pocket. A revolver. Evelyn took another small step back. Dan took a bullet out of his other pocket and loaded the gun. Then he did something peculiar. He turned of the safety, and offered the gun to Evelyn. Confused, Evelyn looked at Dan. He simply smirked, and said;

        "If your existence is so pitiful, why not end it?" Evelyn looked at Dan with a face of solace, and took the gun in her hand. She looked at it for a moment in her hand, how the engraving in the handle extended up and around the barrel. She gripped it tighter, and looked to Dan. His hands were back in his pockets, and he stared at her with a sure look on his face. Evelyn took the revolver, held it to her temple, and, not looking at Dan, pulled the trigger. She heard the boom of the shot, and the shattering of her skull in her head. The pain was quick through one end, and out the other. She felt the bullet tear through the muscles of her brain, and come out the other side. She lost all feeling everywhere. She collapsed, there she lay, in a puddle of red, in a dark, unknown room, forever staring up at Dan, who stood staring at her crumpled corpse, unmoving, and emotionless. Evelyn awoke with a start, her alarm blaring next to her on her bedside table. She rubbed her eyes and groaned, trying to recollect herself after her nightmare. She slammed down on the snooze button, and pulled the covers up to her nose. But before she closed her eyes, she realized the time. It was 9:00, and she had a class at 10:00 in the middle of London, a twenty minute ride on the underground. Evelyn sprung out of bed, and rushed to her wardrobe to find something to wear, as she opened her wardrobe, she saw the blank canvas in the corner next to it. SHIT! My acrylic! She had forgotten all about her painting. There was no time to do it now. Evelyn scavenged her clothes, and picked out a black pair of ripped jeans and a black, long sleeve crop top, her go to when she was in a rush. She would also have to skip breakfast, which wasn't as big of a deal, considering she did that nearly every morning. As Evelyn got ready, she couldn't stop thinking about the nightmare she had just had, what went on in it. Of all the people in my life to place in that scenario, she thought, why pick Dan Howell? What was so special about him? Evelyn smoothed on a layer of nude lipstick, grabbed her empty canvas and her purse, and walked out the door. I've only met Dan once. How can he appear in my dreams after such an insignificant moment? Evelyn quickly walked down the two blocks to the underground entrance, once she had made her way to the turnstyles, she swiped her oyster card, found her train, and boarded just in time. She grabbed a handle, and stood still, regaining her breath after running to catch the train. Now that she was in a quiet place, Evelyn couldn't help but think about her dream. She understood the dark room, she understood the gun, and shooting herself, but the fact that her subconcious had chosen Dan to give her the gun brought her great discomfort and confusion. The fact that a stranger had given her the decision to live or die was disturbing. Was that really what she was brought to? Her life hanging in the balance of one, measly being? Before Evelyn could gain her train of though again, the train reached her stop, and she had to step off.