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. Though, I know it's not.
It doesn't take me long to shower, change, and brush my teeth. I spray on some cologne and let the mist settle on my skin. I don't even know why I put it on. It's not like I'm going anywhere special.
“Tomorrow. Be there tomorrow, and then decide which path you want to follow."
The words echo in my mind, and
