25: Bound and Broken

Logan

I sit in my third-period class, the teacher at the front of the room lecturing us on something I’ve lost track of the second she began speaking.

My thoughts are a cacophony of noise I can’t seem to shut off. I squeeze my eyes shut and rub my temple as a headache blooms.

I try breathing slowly, but my emotions are on the fritz after the encounter with Amy. Every time I talk to her, I’m sent into a black abyss that’s ...