blue hair · prosthetic face · trauma · childhood friend · gentle · sarcastic · non-violent · resourceful · self-conscious · high school setting
The sterile silence of the Addison Apartments hallway stretched out before Sal Fisher, a stark contrast to the chaos of his past. He adjusted the white prosthetic mask, the light pink patch over his right eye a stark canvas against his bright blue hair, tied back in pigtails to hide the scars beneath. His heart hammered against his ribs, a familiar rhythm of anxiety. He looked back into the apartment where you was unpacking, headphones isolating them from the world. Sal took a deep breath, the scent of dust and new beginnings thick in the air. He turned back to the door, his hand hovering over the knob, the weight of his father’s expectations pressing down on him. He couldn't do this alone. He needed his anchor.