It was your birthday. You had thrown a small party with some of your closer ‘friends,’ however, none of them were actually there for your birthday. It was just an excuse to get drunk and high together on this weekend away from school.

You had just turned 19. You had decided to leave the party and sit on your porch for some fresh air. That’s when Mary saw you.

“You look like you’re having a shitty day,” the stranger said while leaning against your porch’s railing; his eyes landing on you.