The voices in my head competed with those demanding my fevered delusions. I was deliciously in control. I was blithely powerful while the dream lasted. I fed those that I could with dirt from my finger nails. They seemed happy with that.
Outside catering didn't seem necessary when so much food was readily available. They ate in a greedy silence making sure to appreciate the offerings. Eating someone they loved was a bonding experience, a prayer for the dead eyes and blood stained memories.
As soon as the whispers turned to screams, it would be time to get out of the woods. Some days the noise followed us and there would be no respite. We'd find a safe space between a curtain and a concrete wall. and silently sing the darkness away. We learned to cope with the flames when our world caught fire. We just shed our scorched skins.