Horror

Voices rising.
Fear, embarrassment flooding my bones.
Not again.
Not again.
Gathering children like a hen,
protecting them from the horror of what was to follow.
How could they?
When were they going to grow up?
Protecting children!!!!????
Who is going to protect me?
I am the oldest, I must protect.
Voices rising...if you could even call them that.
Nothing distinguishable.
Merely squeaks.
I know their are voices.
I hear them every day.
Almost grown used to the cacophony.
Almost can find silence in deafening shrieks.
Most times I find comfort in the fetal position
and my cat.
My terror stricken cat.
The one that I abandoned.
Even after promising to rescue from that hell.
But today there is no cat.
There is no hiding away.
Merely the responsibility of protecting the others from experiencing the hell I live through everyday.
We try to pretend we don't hear it.
Try to imagine it's not there.
But that is impossible.
The shrieks are getting closer,
closer and louder.
In an act of bravery? stupidity? I see what is making all this noise.
Cats?!?!?!
I stand paralyzed witnessing sights which no one ever should see.
Two over human sized cats rolling down the hallway trying to kill each other.
Nauseous at the monstrosity before my eyes I quickly come to my senses and shut the door.
I have little ones to attend to.
However to my shock they are gone.
Vanished....never to be seen from again.