Flat Lines

Earth became a flat hum. Like the hum of bees around sultry bushes during summer. Only this was more without hope. Bees in the summer have hope. Hope of prosperity and sustenance. Adelaide had none present. Only dear Lion...which, by the frequency and horror of her dreams, could very well be an evil embodiment of some sort. Not that she was sure she even believed in evil anymore. Only indifference, which causes the most dreadful screech like the classic fingernails on a chalkboard in one's soul. Adelaide remembered her massive chalkboards back at the place others deemed home for her. Not that they would merit any benefit, considering her mind was a absence of thought currently. It was thought that was displayed on those chalkboards, and even if no one understood, at least she could give them a glimpse of her own insides looking out. Only this hum, likened to the sound to the educated ears, of a tv that is on and yet not playing. Just that annoying never ceasing cyber blue that stares at you until your eyes hurt and you turn it off. Then with a sort of hiss, it diminishes into nothing of consequence. Maybe that was her destiny, to diminish into nothing of consequence. Like her mind, still somewhere up there, having a keen time.

Somewhere, possibly in the middle of her begrudging thought of Mind without problems, there was a terribly scurrying. Deer? Yes...it must be deer galloping by. Deer live in woods I am sure. There was also a change in the constant hum of her head. It oddly echoed in and out with different keys of a hum, as if someone were trying to find something on the radio but could find nothing clear on the AM channel. The ground was moving beneath her, she knew. Probably an earthquake that the deer and running from. She was unbelievably unafraid, merely observant of this odd phenomenon other than terror that resided now in her mind.

Quickly, as if a light had been turned on, or her throat had been cut off, there was silence. She knew she was thinking, and possibly feeling, but there was nothing. Not even the seemingly massive black box she existed in that simply reverberated her own ideals. Just...a flat line. She was existing on a flat line. And she didn't care.

Lion moaned as he careened his great mane to and fro. He felt wretched for leaving his dear cub. What a selfish horrible beast I am! Because they inflicted pain upon me, I leave her for it to be afflicted upon. He wanted to die, but felt content to wag on in his misery. Everything was penance to him recently. Because his every act was an atrocity, he felt he should punish himself for them, rather than take the convent way out and lunge off a mountain. No...it was better this way. Maybe he would learn a lesson from his mistakes if he dwelt on them enough. Like leaving her. The thought collided with an ear splintering crash over and over in his head. So much that he wished himself voice if only to make the agonizing screams she uttered all the time his own. Oh, what the humans will do to my innocent cub...surely they have even taken thick thread and sewn her beautiful lips together, so as to keep from hearing her cries. Wild with confusion of the moment, Lion howled in angst. He had to go back. Follow her. And if he needed to, he would unsew her shut lips. If only to hear her cry, which caused him uncensored pain, he would die to unsew her lips.