When Roy got mad he would get in my face just close enough to where his nose was barely touching my face and scream. Looking into his eyes I could see nothing, just a scary blankness. But sometimes I would get a glimpse of insanity. I could feel the vibrations of his voice hitting my face like a fist. When he would scream, hairs on my arms would stand up. But when I talked to him about leaving he would cry like a little child, begging, pleading, promising to stop, and I believed him. I believed he could be fixed and I wanted to be the one to fix him. I had myself convinced that I was the only one who could save him...but who would save me?