It was back.
That noise, that penetrating hum.
The dark pressed in from all sides, her sleep
addled mind unable to make sense of
the familiar surroundings. She touched her fingertips to her
rapidly pulsing temples. Trying to shake the noise away; her ear drums
tickled with the distant drone. It wasn’t an ear-splitting noise, but persistent
and un-changing; enough to
make her head spin. It filled her mind and senses, the vibrations crowding into her lithe
body; teeth chattering behind her lips. Lurching forward she pitched towards the window, ripping off a nail as she wrenched the catch open and flung it wide. Her questioning and wild
eyes lifted to the far-flung
landscape of Taos, she was desperate for an answer. It grew in volume, pushed into her
psyche and crushed her senses. Her breathing
quickened with her pulse, chest thrusting in and out,
heaving with the strain. She was not mad, not mad, not mad,
not mad! Pushing her hands against the sill she searched the darkness,
trying to ignore the buzzing, the devil’s ringing. Pushing around and around and around
and around in her mind. Changing in pitch, clanging and banging and moving and bashing and
sloshing and pushing and swirling about in her head. It was more than she could possibly take. Her eyes filled with tears of pain and frustration. She looked up, fixing the horizon with her
stare. In that
gloom she saw a figure of white, a swirling night dress and dirty feet, straggled hair and
the mirrored eyes of desperation.
Her breath caught in her throat.
They could hear it too.
She was not alone.