Zac stared dejectedly at the morning newspaper. It wasn't as if he read the darn thing every morning, or anything. He simply glanced at it heading for the cabinets to get a glass for some ojay.

The picture of a young girl had stared back at him. The black and white of the photograph didn't fool him; he could tell her hair was black and her skin pale. But what he couldn't understand, was why she made the news.

Figuring it was some big shot student, or artist, or some big charity worker he picked it up, after getting his juice and a bagel.

Getting his eyes focused on the print he started reading. His eyes growing larger and larger as each word started to sink in.

Almost literally throwing it down, Zac started wiping his hands on his shirt, his eyes wildly searching the kitchen for something… anything. Quickly he shot to his feet and started washing his hands roughly with scalding water and Dial soap.

His hands burned and turned a bright red from the abusive water. The pain finally shocked him back to reality.

Instantly shutting off the water, he grabbed for the dishtowel and went to the freezer. Opening it, he lifted the flap to the ice bin and shoved one hand in. The coldness soothed the burnt skin. He grabbed a handful of the cubes and shoveled them into the towel and wrapped it around his hands before kicking the door shut.

"Hey!" Taylor said jogging into the room with him. His hair sticking to the side of his face, "Got any juice left."

It took him a moment to answer, "Uh, yeah." He said weakly, his eyes staring unseeingly at the kitchen table where the paper still rested.

Taylor gave him an odd look before getting a glass and pouring himself a cup of orange juice as well. He took a seat at the table and picked up the newspaper as well. "Woah." He stated in shock. "Did you read this?" He asked looking up at him.

Zac nodded his head slowly. "I think what makes me mad the most is that no one said anything." His eyes burned with anger, "No one did anything!"

"Hey, calm down." Taylor said gently, looking upon his brother in awe. Never seeing him so heated about something like this before.

"Calm down?" He asked bitterly. Grabbing the paper, ice cubes spilled as he laid it out. Ignoring it, he pointed at the photograph. "She was a fifteen. A year younger than you, Tay." Zac said slowly.

Taylor watched him carefully. "Yeah…"

Zac blinked once, "She went around saying she was going to blow her head off. Going to shoot herself because some," He was lost for words. "Shit head broke up with her."

Taylor's head bobbed up and down. "Yes, I read that.

His arms threw up in exasperation. "Tay!" He shouted in angst. "They had a responsibility! Everyone knows that once you say something about hurting yourself or someone else, you damn well do something about it!"

Isaac came running, "God what is up with the screaming?" He asked looking from between them both in anger and confusion.

Taylor pointed at Zac, "He's freaking out over the fact that this told people that she was going to kill herself, did it, and no one did anything to help or stop it."

Isaac frowned, "Well, they had a responsibility to do something. Everyone knows when someone talks about suicide they're reaching out a hand for help."

Zac held his arms out, ice cubes spilling once again, "Thank you!" He praised before giving Taylor a look. "Someone understands!"

"Hey, I understood!" Taylor said defensively. "I just wasn't freaking out over it, cause there's nothing I can do to change it!"

That stunned Zac into silence, he sank back down into the chair he once occupied just moments before. "You're right." He murmured quietly. "There is nothing I can do about it."

"That's not what he meant." Isaac interrupted quickly.

Zac shook his head; "There's nothing I can really do for her now." He raised his eyes to them. "But there's something I can do for others."

Isaac and Taylor both nodded silently.

Zac walked slowly, his movements unsure and nervous. Upon reaching his destination, he crouched down slowly and laid the white tulips upon the grave. "I'm sorry, Caitlyn." He whispered quietly. "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything for you."

He said a quiet prayer for her, before removing himself from the site and the graveyard. He had to hurry; he had an appointment to keep at the teen shelter.