Struggling to keep my balance as i run along the worn down path towards the beach, The wind dries my tears, which seem to fall without me even noticing. I pass the slip way with happy families at the bottom playing and reach a path trodden down by Ryan, a path he showed me a long while ago, surprised i remembered, surprised its still here, climbing down the cliff face has become more difficult than the last time, with all the erosion. I jump the last few feet and land on the clay to the base of the cliffs, Scrambling over the last part i slid and nearly fall but a hand grabs me from above, And pulls me to the safety between the boulders where nobody will see. Looking up, now i see Ryan, he seems to realize i'm slightly confused, that i didn't expect him here.He explains that he say me running on the top path and seeing as i wasn't dressed to be out running he knew something was wrong so he followed but came down the slip way and was much faster than me.. Suddenly my eyes fill again and i fall against him and cry so hard, cry like a baby and he just holds me, When the tears slow he asks me for my knife, puzzled i give him it, he always carries his so why does he want mine? i wondered what he was going to do, With barely any movement he tosses it in the air and catches it again, studying it he notices a smear of blood and asks if its mine, but without waiting for an answer asks why, gently he takes my are, my left, so he knew all along. Carefully he rolls up my jacket sleeve until my sweatband and a few inches above are exposed, slowly he removes my sweatband, saying i shouldn't be ashamed , he looks at the cuts as the blood still trickles gently out of them, He looks so upset and maybe even a bit worried. He says he wont leave me until i'm safe back inside with my parents to watch me, so i ask for my knife back and he gives it, taking me home i hate him for once again i was stopped but i am grateful he is trying to stop me turning out like him.