Outrunning Demons

by chocolateboat

Annie is a great runner. She runs from everything. She finds herself in a new town, having run from everything that was her past. But then she meets her new neighbor, a boy with kind, brown eyes. Will she continue running or will she finally slow down to catch her breath? DanisnotonefirexOC, rated T because I'm scared and I don't quite understand the rating system.

A/N: Hi everyone! So this is my very first fanfiction I have ever written, so don't hate me if me if it sucks. No sorry, I won't go all self-pity on you, but if you didn't like it, please tell me what you didn't like so that I can hopefully approve! And I know that there is not much Dan in this chapter, but I promise you that it will come!

Hope you enjoy!

The apartment I walked into wasn't big. In fact, you could say that it was tiny. I could walk roughly 7 paces between the front door and the bed, which was at the end of the flat. In between was a small kitchen, with the tiniest fridge I've ever seen, and a microwave, which the landlord described a an oven. To the right of the bed, there was a small step to a bathroom. You know when your younger, and you dream about how your first apartment will be like? How it's going to be this beautiful airy apartment with a cute bedroom and windowsills big enough to sit in? Well, I can tell you two things I've learned about looking for apartments; 1: Unless your father is rich or you stay at home until you save up enough money, your first apartment is never going to be beautiful or airy. And 2: No matter how hard I try, I will never be able to sit on the windowsill that is right in front of me. But in spite of that, I guess it is a cute little place to live in until I find that beautiful apartments with big windowsills, so I turn around to the landlord, a middle aged man, who kind of looks like he belongs in the woods somewhere in a cabin, with his scruffy hair and beard. "I'll take it!" The landlord looks up at me, confused, as if he forgot I was there. He gives me small nod and mumbles: "Rent's due the first monday of every month" before he turns around and closes the door behind him. "Thank you!" I yell even though is already gone. I toss myself down on the bed, just wanting to lie down for a moment before I go down and move up all my stuff I left downstairs. This is really going to be a new beginning for me, I think to myself. A beginning I can live however I want, without the demons that's always haunted me in the past. With a smile on my face, I get out of bed, ready to move all my stuff up. I walk the small distance to my front door and walk out, only to be greeted with searing hot coffee running down my entire body, as I collide with a boy carrying (or maybe I should say carried, as all content of those cups are now running down my boobs) four cups of Starbucks.