Camping with my parents and they have been arguing for hours. Alone by the campfire I can see the devil in the flames.
“Touch the fire,” the voice whispers in my mind. No one talks about him, but he’s there in us all. In me he’s louder, and mum and dad make me take pills, ever since the incident with my sister.
The arguing intensifies. They are screaming about me, about my sister. I put my hands over my ears but the voice remains.
The flames burned long after their screaming stopped. The night now silent as the void.