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"Please leave me alone Ryan." Kirsten said as soon as I reached the top of the stairs to see her sitting in the hall.
"Kirsten you need to talk to someone." I said simply sitting down beside her.
"I need to talk to Sandy."
"But you can't."
"I know that Ryan." Kirsten said her voice raising.
"Let's not get angry."
"Don't be condescending."
"I wasn't."
"Yes Ryan, you were. I really don't want to talk to you, not here, now. I want to go home, I want to sleep, I want to see my husband, I want to help my sons, and I want to help the rest of my family. But how can I do that when I can't even help myself." Kirsten asked breaking down.
"Kirsten you are going to be fine, Seth will be fine, I will be fine, and so will everyone else, you don't have to be so brave and stuff. We can take care of ourselves."
"I'm not being brave that's what's upsetting me."
"Kirsten you are still talking, your are still being receptive to what other people are saying, you aren't considering suicide. I think that having your husband die and still being able to say that about yourself is pretty brave."
"Trust me thoughts of suicide have gone through my head."
I was silent. What do you say to something like that?
"Don't get like that. It's Seth you should be worried about not me. He's not as strong-willed."
"Trust me Seth will be fine. He knows that suicide is not the answer."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I know Seth, and he isn't that type of person. He loves life to much, skateboarding, comics, you know."
"Right..."
"I think you should talk to someone, not me, not Seth. Someone who understands what you're going through."
"I'm not seeing a psychiatrist, if that's what you're suggesting."
"No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying you need to talk to someone."
"I'm talking to you."
"I mean someone else, someone who didn't know Sandy very well."
"Like?""Will, Chris, Marc?"
"Oh."
"They didn't know him very well, I guess Marc knew him the best out of all of them."
"Ya."
"I think it would be a good idea. I mean if you want to..."
"I think I do."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"I think I'll leave you alone now, think about everything, and get back to me."
"Ryan."
"Ya?"
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me I haven't done anything yet."
"Ryan?"
"Ya?"
"Send Chris up when they get here."
"I will."
"Tell him not to bring anyone with him."
"Okay..."
"And don't let anyone else try to talk to me."
"I won't."
"Good, and one last thing."
"Sure."
"You have a very persuasive daughter."
"I know."
"I wonder where she got that from."
"I wonder." I agreed. Leaving Kirsten to her thoughts I wandered back downstairs, in search of my persuasive daughter.
(IN SETH AND SUMMER'S LIVING ROOM, SETH'S POV)
"Ryan." I said quietly.
"Ya Seth?" Ryan answered retracing his steps back to the door of the living room.
"Come here a minute."
"Sure."
"I wanted to talk to you."
"About?"
"Mom."
"Oh."
"I want you to make sure she's okay, she may act strong but you need to keep an eye on her."
"Funny."
"Why?"
"She said the same thing about you."
"Oh."
"I think she's really worried about you."
"You do?"
"Ya."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because this is the first you've talked. To anyone."
"Oh ya."
"I think you should talk someone, anyone."
"Why?"
"Because it will make you feel better, and mom feel better."
"Okay."
"Who are you going to talk to?"
"Your daughter."
"Which one?"
"Liz."
"Why?"
"Because she needs it too."
"Okay."
"Can you send her over here?"
"Ya.""Thanks man."
"Sure."(IN THE LIVING ROOM, LIZ'S POV)
"Hey Uncle Seth." Liz said sitting down beside me.
"Hey sweetie."
"What's up?"
"The ceiling mostly."
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Being such a goofball, when nobody needs it."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that your father just died and you're cracking jokes like nothing is wrong." Liz yelled standing up.
"Whoa." Seth said.
"I really miss grandpa okay? And I don't need you to tell me what is 'up' when I wasn't meaning it like that. You knew perfectly well what I meant and I think you need to rethink what you-re saying to me before I sit and talk to you.""Liz please..."
"No, don't. I don't want to hear your apologies. You are upset I know that, and I'm sorry if this is making you more so but please. Just stop it okay?"
"Liz please just talk to me. I know how you're feeling, we all know how you're feeling."
"That's just it you don't. You grew up with him, you had you're whole life with him. I've only had him since I was 8. That's not very long you know. You have no idea how I'm feeling." I screamed running out of the living room.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Marc said catching me in his arms.
"Let go of me." I screamed pounding on his chest, "Let go!"
"Baby stop it."
"Let me go!"
"Okay, okay." Marc said releasing me.
"Finally." I yelled opening the door and running out. Slamming it behind me and running out not watching where I was going and slamming into Scott as he ran up the driveway.
"Whoa girl." Scott said holding on to me and looking me in the eyes.
"Let me go." I said baring my teeth.
"What's wrong?"
"You mean other than the obvious?"
"Yes."
"I...I can't handle this."
"Handle what?"
"Everybody."
"Okay sis."
"I need to go away."
"You can't drive."
"Yes I can."
"I'll take you."
"Why?"
"Because, I don't think I can handle it either."
"Oh."
"So let me take you out."
"Where?"
"To the crabshack?"
"Sure..." I shrugged.
(AT THE CRABSHACK, SCOTT'S POV)
"So what happened in there?" I asked.
"In where?" Liz asked playing dumb.
"Liz."
"Oh ya."
"Talk to me."
"Well Uncle Seth was making jokes and I just couldn't handle him being so happy while I was so sad."
"I doubt he's happy."
"I know but he was acting like he was."
"How so?"
"Well at first he wouldn't talk to anyone, but then he sort of cheered up and started making jokes."
"Like?"
"I asked him what was up, and he replied 'The ceiling'"
"And?"
"That was it."
"And you got that bad?"
"I told you I just couldn't handle it."
"Don't you think you over-reacted?"
"I didn't come here for a lecture." Liz screamed getting up and running out. I chased after her and watched as she jumped in the car and sped off leaving me stranded.
"Joy." I sighed as I watched her round the corner.
Sitting on the curb, I took out my cell and dialed aunt Summer and Uncle Seth's house.
"Dad?" I asked when Dad answered the phone.
"Scott?" Dad asked.
"Yep."
"Liz is gone."
"I know."
"How do you know that?"
"When I arrived she was running out and I stopped her. We went to the crabshack and then she sped off."
"Where are you?"
"At the crabshack."
"Car?"
"Not here."
"I'll come."
"We still don't know where Lizbit is."
"Right..."
"We can look for her, I have a good idea where she might be."
"Where?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"Because it's special to us."
"Who?"
"Madi, Liz and I."
"How will you get there?"
"I'll walk."
"Where do you want me to pick you up?"
"I'll get a drive home with Liz."
"What if you don't find her?"
"I'll call you."
"Okay."
"You could check Grandma and Grandpa's."
"I'll do that."
"Okay."
"Bye son."
"Bye."
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Sorry I had to make her run away.
To those of you who liked Liz sorry to make her seem a little crazy.
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