**Y/N POV**
I let out a sigh as I flopped down on the motel bed, the springs creaking beneath me. Glancing over at my sister, I asked, "How long do you think we'll be stuck here?"
"Hopefully not too long. I'm still trying to find us a place to stay," she replied, her eyes focused on her phone.
I nodded, feeling a mix of uncertainty and resignation. Our parents were off having a midlife crisis, selling the house to travel the world—just the two of them. So here I was, living with my sister for the time being. We'd never really bonded, and now I was learning just how emotionally distant she could be.
"Do you think this town has mental health professionals?" I ventured.
"Hopefully. It may be small, but there has to be at least one clinic. How many pills do you have?"
"Enough for tonight and tomorrow morning," I admitted, feeling a twinge of anxiety.
"Oh crap, I need to get into town," she said, her brow furrowing.
"Yep."
"I'm thinking about enrolling you in school tomorrow. How does that sound?"
"Fine, will I actually be going to school?"
"Yeah, I know it's Friday, but I've got a lot to handle tomorrow. It'll be easier if you're out of my hair."
I could sense the underlying message: 'I don't want to babysit you.' "Got it. Do you know where it is?"
"Sort of. I asked the lady at the front desk for directions. I think classes start at seven."
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After our chat, Jen and I headed out to stock up on food and water. Since it was getting late, we ended up at a convenience store. On the way, we passed by the school, and I caught a glimpse of someone standing near a car. Something about it sent a chill down my spine, but I brushed it off—probably nothing worth mentioning to Jen.
Once inside the store, she told me to look around while she spoke to the cashier about job openings. I wandered through the aisles, grabbing whatever non-perishable snacks I could find. When I made my way to the front, I noticed the cashier.
He had bright blue hair that looked a bit greasy, and his eyebrows were so big they resembled blue caterpillars. His name tag read "Phillip."
"Is that all?" he asked, scanning our items.
I glanced back at Jen, wondering if she wanted anything else.
"Yeah, that's it," she said, reaching for her wallet.
As Phillip bagged our snacks, I couldn't help but study him a little longer. He handed the bag to Jen with a small smile.
"Are you going to apply for a job here?" I asked as we left.
"Yeah, I have an interview around three. I'll try to get the night shift."
"Why night shift?" I questioned, intrigued.
"They're understaffed. Poor kid has to work on school nights."
"Damn, that sucks," I replied, glancing out the window as we drove back. The scenery stretched out—flat land and trees for miles. It was boring yet beautiful in its own way, a stark contrast to the chaos of Vegas.
Before long, we pulled into the motel parking lot. We walked back to our room, and Jen set the plastic bags on a chair, rummaging through them. I plopped down on my bed, staring up at the popcorn ceiling that sparkled with glitter. My dad used to say those ceilings were made for cowboys, so they could look up and see the night sky. My grandpa's house had them, too.
I checked my watch; it was already eleven-thirty-five.
"Hey Jen, where's my medication?"
"In the bathroom," she replied without looking up.
I got up and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The light was already on—Jen had this superstition about leaving lights on in unfamiliar places. I took my meds and got ready for bed. As I stepped out, I noticed Jen was on the phone, so I didn't bother eavesdropping. I crawled under the covers, trying to quiet my racing thoughts and drift off to sleep.
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blue nights (sal fisher x reader)
Fanfictionmoving to a new town can be hard, especially when your parents practically abandoned you, y/n had absolutely no idea what to expect from nockfell but soon they would come to find this small town isn't so bad when you have amazing friends. (loosely...
