when the past comes back || a sal fisher x reader

You are Y/N L/N.

You grew up in Nockfell with your best friend, Larry Johnson.

The two of you met when he caught you in his dad's treehouse during a game between you and your mother of hide-and-seek.

Ever since that day, you two had been inseparable; practically glued at the hip. You both bought school supplies together, went to school together, hung out during lunch together, even studied together.

Until that one fateful day in 4th grade, when you had to move away.

You spent the remainder of Elementary and Middle school in the state of Georgia, going through many hardships during your time there.

But the worst one took away your childhood in its entirety.

So here you are, staring out of the car window at the passing trees as tears threaten to fall from your eyes, the boxes containing the items and furniture belonging to you and your father shifting around in the back of the moving van as you pull into the all-too-familiar Addison Apartments parking lot.

Your father gently nudges you on the shoulder, handing you the key to your new apartment.

"Go ahead and go up to our apartment, so the door will be unlocked while I take in our boxes. Take a look around and get used to the building."

You take the key, and on a piece of masking tape slapped lazily onto the top part of the key is your room number, hastily scribbled in black marker,

Room 404.