"Mom, Mom were home" Seth yelled up the stairs. He and Ryan walked into the kitchen, where Seth immediately picked up the half empty bottle of wine.
"Obviously she had a bad day" Ryan said.
"Obviously" Seth replied, frowning a little. He wasn't really a big fan of his mother drinking alone.
"Hey boys" she said from behind them. "You guys hungry? There are some leftovers in the fridge."
"I love leftovers" Seth said, grinning at his Mom.
"Why don't you take a break? Seth and I will heat it up" Ryan offered.
Kirsten smiled, heading into the lounge room. She sat on the couch, watching Ryan and Seth mucking around in the kitchen. She looked down at her wrist, satisfied that you could hardly even see the skin-coloured band aid beneath her bracelets.
"What are you looking at honey?" Sandy said appearing over her shoulder.
"Nothing…ah…I didn't even hear you come in" she said jumpily.
Sandy sat down beside her, looking into her eyes.
"Are you ok? You seem a bit frazzled."
"Frazzled? I don't think so."
"Are you sure?" he repeated.
"Sandy I'm fine." Kirsten snapped.
Sandy stared at his wife, confused by the way she was acting. She had noticed that there was something going on with her lately, but he just put it down to work and stress. The way she was just acting though, was very different. She was pushing him away, even when he could tell that she needed him.
He got up off the couch, and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey what's going on with Mom?" Seth asked, having been watching their entire conversation.
"I don't know. You guys have noticed that she'd been different though yes?"
"Well yeah. She's definitely been a bit down." Ryan said.
"She must have had a bad day Dad" Seth said, motioning to the bottle on the bench.
Sandy picked up the bottle, noting that there was definitely more than one glass out of it.
Kirsten said goodnight to the boys, and headed up to bed earlier then usual that night. Sandy followed her upstairs, shutting the door behind him.
"Kirsten…" he started.
"Look Sandy, about before. I didn't mean to snap at you. I just had a really bad day at work, and I'm sorry for taking that out on you."
"Is that why when I got to your office everything was on the floor?"
"Hey I told you what happened with that." She said, sitting on the bed.
"You clumsy Kirsten, but your not that clumsy. Even I know that!" he smirked.
"Yeah well sometimes I can be"
Sandy frowned, wondering why she was being so defensive. And why she wouldn't look at him.
"What about the wine bottle? Lately, you've been drinking a lot more Kirsten…"
"Oh what is this? An interrogation?" she snapped again.
"That's not what it is, I'm just worried about you"
"Well don't be. There's nothing for you to worry about." She muttered. "Are we done here?' she said, looking at him for the first time during their conversation.
Sandy just looked at her, and then walked out of the room. Kirsten waited till she heard him walk down the stairs, before letting herself cry. As the tears rolled down her cheek, she headed for the bathroom. Without thinking, she took her razorblade out of the shower, and began cutting her arms with it.
When Sandy came up to bed, Kirsten was already under the covers, but still wide awake. Sandy lay beside her, staring at her. She was so beautiful. He loved her so much. Whatever was going on with her, he wanted to help.
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