17: Stranger

Logan

The sun rises over the horizon, marking the start of the weekend and the beginning of something else entirely. I sit in my bed, staring at the crumpled sheets that mark my restless night. I roll my head around, feeling the muscles release their tension.

My joints ache and pop as I roll out of bed. I swear, I’m eighteen, but some days, I feel like I’m forty. The air has a slight chill to it, cold and dry. I sigh, just another Saturday. ...