[ WP ] She kept quiet and turned her eyes towards everything but his . Something just screamed in her mind not to look .

It was always something these days. Tobacco was too expensive, weed should be legal, the system had it in for him, always something. The tantrums were small at first, short bursts of anger and paranoia, almost a panic attack. Except for the look in his eyes. The feral look of madness, like there was a tissue paper thin film holding back the monster within and once unleashed, the world would burn at its will. She tried desperately to look everywhere but his eyes, because they terrified her. Like a small child hiding under a blanket from the boogeyman she avoided his gaze, busying herself tidying up and trying to fix him a meal or a smoke or anything to hold back the beast. 
 
 Madness has no schedule, no known boundaries. His anger seethed and boiled over, he raged that they were plotting, everyone was plotting, and they would do anything to hold him back from his potential. Nothing calmed him towards the end, not even drugs. She prayed silently that he would take too much one night and not wake up. But as the screaming continued and the bruises and wounds became more and more physical she found a resolution. Late one night, driving home from another ten hour shift, she decided. It would end tonight. A quick stop at the drug store and she was on her way to freedom, she already had the research done, just grind up the pills and let him smoke his usual chemical cocktail of spice and away he would go. 
 
 Freedom is a double edged sword. As she cleaned up any evidence from the patch of woods she carried his body to she tried to imagine how it could be now, free, her bruises could heal. But she felt no better than she had the night before when he hit her over and over until exhaustion set in and she fell asleep with him over her, his blows rocking her to sleep. 
 
 Exhaustion is a peculiar thing, numbing and over-stimulating all at the same time. Her hands and legs trembled as her eyelids threatened to seal themselves shut. The police man kept asking her questions, repeating the same ones over and over in different wording. She kept quiet and turned her eyes toward everything but his. Something just screamed in her mind not to look. 

