Phil stared down at the writing on that very first page, thinking to himself.

He thought that he remembered something he'd heard almost a year ago, back in like late December or early January, about a seventeen year-old boy with the last name Howell who'd went missing.

Phil figured that Dan was more than likely that boy.

And Phil had an odd feeling that Dan didn't just go missing.

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Phil sat up on his bed at 7:45AM, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

After finding that diary last night, Phil had put it away, not looking at it again until he was a bit less tired.

Phil looked at the calender.

'October 24th, 2009'.

Phil sighed and got up out of bed. He had work to do: unpack the little bit of stuff that was packed, apply for a few different jobs, and perhaps look at the diary again to maybe find out what happened to Dan Howell, who was the missing boy.

Phil made his way downstairs after getting dressed. He kissed his grandma's cheek.

"Gran, you want breakfast?" Phil asked, yawning and stretching. "I'll make it," he offered.

Grandma smiled. "I'd love breakfast, Philly, thank you," she replied. Phil nodded and went to the kitchen to cook.

He made pancakes and eggs and put them on two plates. He gave Grandma hers and sat down to eat his.

After, he kissed his grandma's forehead. "I'm going to go apply for some jobs and go grocery shopping," Phil told her, exhaling softly. "I'll be back, okay?"

She smiled in response and Phil grabbed his coat and scarf, as well as some gloves and sneakers, bundling up warmly. Even though it was only autumn, it was still cold in England.

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Phil came back awhile later with a bit of groceries. He put them away, greeted his grandma, decided to skip unpacking, and went upstairs to check the diary out more.

Phil pulled it out from his drawer and opened it to the second page.

'September 8th, 2008;
Dear diary,
Today was shitty. Derek beat up my stupid ass again; I got a few bruises, but nothing too bad. They are in places I can hide them from everyone, so no worries, I guess.
So far, this writing thing isn't doing shit to help me, but I'll keep on working with it, I suppose.
Connor insisted I try this for at least two weeks, so on September 21st, I can fucking stop.
Damn Connor, not wanting me to hurt myself. Why can't he be oblivious like everyone else?

-dan.'

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