"SETH…" Sandy called out as he opened the front door.

"Seth…are you here?" he called a little louder.

"His stuffs here" Kirsten pointed out, seeing his things in the kitchen.

Sandy could hear music coming from his room, so he knocked loudly on the door.

"Seth, are you in there?" he said, but there was no reply. Kirsten appeared behind him.

"Seth, honey?" she called out.

When there was still no answer, Sandy shrugged, then barged into the room. There was no way in hell that he could ever have prepared himself for what he saw in front of him. Seth was sitting on the floor drowsily, the empty vodka bottle next to him. As if that wasn't hard enough, he had the razor in one hand, and blood all over his other.

"Oh my God Seth" Sandy shouted, his mouth dry. He rushed over to him, dropping to his side.

"Seth, Seth…what are you doing?" he stammered, grabbing the razor out of his hand, and taking hold of his other wrist. As it dripped with blood, Seth yanked it back.

"I'm fine Dad. What are you doing home anyway?" he slurred, stumbling up.

"We should clean your wrist up" Sandy said, disappointment evident in his voice.

"That's so typical! You're always trying to fix things! Well guess what…I'm not the one that needs fixing here ok?" Seth shouted, stepping away from his father.

"Oh really? You're drunk Seth." Sandy turned to look at Kirsten, who was still standing in the doorway. She was pale, and her eyes were watery.

"Kirsten, honey. Can you take this for me?" he said calmly, handing her the razor.

"No, No" Seth shouted, making an attempt to intercept the razor. "Don't give it to her!"

"Seth calm down. How much did you drink?" he asked soothingly, putting his hands on his son's trembling chest.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Seth pushed past his father, but Sandy grabbed hold of his arms, pinning them behind his back.

"You can't give it back to her! I hid it. I was hiding it form her!"

Sandy looked over at his wife, and realized that Seth was hitting a nerve with her. He knew that his son was drunk, but he also knew that this may be the only way to work things out. The only way anybody would tell him anything.

"Why did you hide it?" he asked, unsure if he even wanted to know the answer.

"Because, because…" Seth stammered, tears falling from his eyes.

"Cause she hurts herself with it. I don't want her to do that anymore. I was waiting for someone else to realise…but it was taking too long. I had to try and fix her"

Kirsten put her hand over her mouth, now sobbing uncontrollably. She slid down the wall, her breathing getting faster and faster.

Sandy watched his wife's reaction in shock. So much was happening, he couldn't process it all. Seth struggled against him, but Sabdy wasn't letting go.

"Get off me!" he shouted, his struggles getting more aggressive. Before he knew what he was doing, he got one hand free, and punched his father in the jaw, sending him backwards.

"Sandy" Kirsten sobbed, getting off the floor.

Seth looked at his father, then his mother. He couldn't stop himself from crying now. He was so confused. He headed towards his mother, hugging her tightly.

"I'm sorry Mom. I didn't mean to tell him. I didn't want you to cry"

Kirsten looked over at Sandy, who was still on the floor. He gave her a nod, telling her he was ok.

"Shh Seth. It's ok." She said, putting her hand on the back of his head.

"I love you Mom…but I think you really need help"

"I love you Seth…more than anything. Why did you do that? Why?" she sobbed, taking hold of his wrist.

"I just…I wanted…I wanted to know why you did it. I just wanted to help you" he whispered in her ear.

This however made Kirsten cry even harder. She held on tightly to Seth, burying her head into his chest.