"I'm going to give the doctor a call" Kirsten said, after they had all calmed down a bit. She had made Seth stay in his room and have a rest, and had given Sandy some ice to put on his jaw.

"For you or for him?" Sandy said seriously.

"He drank a whole bottle of vodka Sandy. He might slip into a coma overnight or something. I'm having him checked out."

Sandy nodded, still in a state of shock. When Kirsten got off the phone, she immediately went to the fridge, getting out the wine bottle.

"Kirsten what are you doing?" Sandy asked quickly.

"Having a drink…what does it look like?" she replied, getting out a glass.

"You really think that's such a good idea? Especially when our son is sitting in his room drunk, and especially when he tends to copy every single thing you do." Sandy spat out the words almost bitterly.

Kirsten took a breath, looking at him. She put the bottle back in the fridge, and felt herself shaking. She went to put the glass away, but it slipped out of her hand. As it smashed onto the ground, she began to hyperventilate. She ran a hand through her hair, looking over at Sandy, who was watching her intently. He got up from where he was sitting, and hugged her tightly. She collapsed into his arms, thankful that he was still here, even after what had just been going on.

"It's ok. We'll get through this Kirsten." He said, still holding her close.

She pulled back from him, attempting to clean up the broken glass.

"Leave it" he said, pulling her to the table.

He sat her down at one of the chairs, then sat opposite her.

"Why didn't you tell me Kirsten? I had no idea that you were doing that to yourself." He said, taking her hand with his.

"I just, I didn't want to bother you"

"Bother me? I can't believe you even thought that! I love you. We've always been able to talk openly about everything. We've never had to keep secrets before"

"I know. I know all that. It's just…it's a very personal thing. I knew you wouldn't like it, and it would worry you, so I tried to hide it" she said quietly.

He pulled her hand closer to his, pushing up her sleeve as he did so. Kirsten closed her eyes so she didn't have to see her husband's reaction. Sandy felt tears come to his eyes as he looked at his wife's arms. They were covered in small, red scratches. He flipped her arm over gently to reveal her wrists.

"Oh God Kirsten…" he said as his eyes fell on the deep cuts on her wrist. He pushed up her other sleeve, and sure enough, found exactly the same thing; with an ever deeper slash on her wrist.

"God Kirsten…" he repeated. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I don't know ok? I just fell back into an old habit I guess."

"You mean you used to do this?"

"Yeah, when I was about 16 or 17."

Ryan opened the Cohen's front door, coming straight home from school. He was worried about Seth. He had never seen him act the way he was acting today. It scared him a little. The house was quiet, but he could hear people talking softly in the kitchen. He was pretty sure it was Sandy and Kirsten. He walked towards them, but noticed they were deep in conversation at the table. Kirsten's eyes were red, and her cheeks were tear-stained. Seeing her like that stopped him from entering the room. Instead, he listened from outside.

"But why Kirsten? I mean…aren't you happy anymore? Did I do something wrong? Or is it something the boys have done?" he heard Sandy ask.

"No, it's none of those things." She said quietly. "I love all of you more than you will ever know."

"Then what?" Sandy sounded almost frustrated.

"I don't know what happened Sandy. All I know is that lately I've begun to hate myself…"

"Kirsten that's ridiculous…" Sandy interrupted.

"Please just listen to me" she said sternly, talking over the top of him. "You have to understand that it has nothing to do with anyone else. I'm the one that hates me; I'm the one that is sick of being me. It's my problem, no one else's."

"But I can help you. I want to support you"

Kirsten shrugged, tensing up a little bit. She couldn't believe that she had just told Sandy all of that.

"I just…I want to know one more thing…" Sandy began. Ryan suddenly felt like he shouldn't hear the rest. For some reason, he got a feeling that something bad was coming. His feet however, were not moving anywhere.

Sandy took his wife's hands, so that her wrists were showing.

"Are they…" he stuttered, unsure how to put his words. "Did you try and kill yourself Kirsten?"

Kirsten just looked blankly at him, and got up from the table. Before Ryan had time to move, Kirsten walked out of the kitchen.

"Ryan…" she breathed, her eyes falling.

Ryan just stood there looking at her. He was too shocked to even say anything. Actually, he was scared. Really, really scared. Maybe he had just heard wrong? Sandy appeared behind her, his eyes slightly watery, and his jaw slightly bruised. Ryan had so many questions; he didn't know where to start.

"Is that true?" he asked, his voice croaky. He looked at Kirsten, but she wasn't looking at him. Her eyes were focused on the floor, her arms folded protectively in front of her chest.

"Is it true?" he repeated, his voice rising.

Kirsten shook her head, tears once again falling down her cheeks.

"Of course not. It's…It's not like that…" she said through her tears.

Ryan looked at them both uncertainly. Sandy looked hurt. He looked confused. Kirsten looked like a mess, and she was now sobbing quietly.

"Does Seth know?"

"Yeah. He's in a bit of a state now though. The doctor is coming over to check on him" Sandy explained.

"The doctor? What happened to him? Is he ok?" Ryan asked hurriedly, panic setting in.

"He's much better now. After you rang we came home and found him with an empty vodka bottle. No doubt he was pretty messed up."

Ryan nodded, heading towards Seth's room. Turning slowly, he looked back at Kirsten.

"I'm pretty sure he did that because of you Kirsten." He said, and then continued walking.