"My names Rebecca," I told him. He smiled, "my names Ryland. I'm the youngest." How did I know that this boy, his name, his family, his job, would change my life forever.... You see, this isn't a happy story. This doesn't end with a smile, nor a laugh. Have you ever felt like you were a burden to someone or felt like you caused something horrible? That's really the definition of my life. "Ryland always protected me..." I whispered to myself in the mirror. "He...was always there..." The tears streamed down my face. I sighed and dried my hands on the old towel behind me, "Ryland's gone....and he'll never be back. Ever. And it's all my fault."