Find Me...

Prologue

Prologue

{1998}

Marilyn jolted awake, sitting bolt upright in bed as an eerie feeling settled in the room about him. Sliding to the edge of the bed, he watched as a light, bright and glowing, began to form in the centre of the room. As he looked on, a figure, shadowy but recognisable as a young woman, stepped out of the light.

As she looked around, he noticed the young woman looked scared and lost. The once eerie feeling dissipated, what was left felt something akin to despair and hope mixed together.

It occurred to Marilyn to say something to the Heavenly apparition before him. “Hello?” he asked, concerned for her a little. “Are you alright? Do you need help?”

Her gaze latched onto his and she reached out towards him hesitantly; the feeling she emanated one of seeking comfort.

Finally, she spoke. “I’m lost…he hurt me…and now I’m lost…so lost…” her voice echoed around inside his mind, filled with sorrow and longing.

“How can I help you? Who hurt you?” Marilyn asked franticly as her form began to fade. “Tell me how to help you!”

“Help me?” the young woman shook her head sadly then glanced over her shoulder, terrified. “Help me…by helping yourself…do that, and you’ll find me…I need you to find me…” he saw a tear trickle down her cheek as she pleaded with him. “Find me…”