Free A Vulnerable Broken Mind by Gaetano Brown Page A

Standing before Amber was the same little girl she had seen before. “What are you doing here?” Amber whispered.
                  The little girl put her finger to her mouth to indicate to her to keep quiet. She then leaned in to whisper to Amber. “He’s coming for you.”
                  “Who?” Amber asked.
                  “The man you love,” the girl replied simply.
                  “John,” Amber whispered loudly but still not loud enough to be heard. “He’s still alive,” she said excitedly.
                  “Yes, he’s searching for you now and he’s going to save you.” The little girl said, smiling at Amber. “Stay calm, he’ll be here soon.”
                  Despite her excitement, Amber had one question that had been burning in her head since the first time she had set her eyes on the little girl. “Who are you?”
                  The little girl smiled more brightly at Amber. “You’ll know who I am.”
                  This answer perplexed Amber. “What do you mean?” She asked quickly as the little girl continued to back up.
                  “In time,” the girl said shortly and was soon out of sight.
                  “Wait,” Amber shouted, not bothering to whisper. There was no answer. She wanted to know more about her. The room around her faded away. Her body was then lifted from the room she was in and she was soon waking up. She opened her eyes to still find the blindfold over her eyes.
                  “It was a dream ?” Amber thought to herself. It couldn’t have been. It felt too real to be a dream. Amber just stayed still, pondering what had just happened. “It couldn’t have been a dream.” She kept telling herself. She wanted to believe it but she had no one to convince but herself.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5: Do Not Trespass
     
                  “Mr. Robinson!” Still in a deep sleep, John felt himself being shaken. His eyes opened slightly to see Hanson trying to wake him up. “Mr. Robinson,” he said again and John began to stir in his chair and finally sat up.
                  “How long was I out?” John asked groggily.
                  “About an hour,” Hanson replied. “My shift has ended. Officer Sparks has arrived and I wanted you to meet him before I left.”
                  “Where is he?” John asked as he opened his eyes and began looking around.
                  “He just pulled up. He should be walking in any second,” Hanson explained and only seconds later a man in a police uniform approached. Unlike Hanson, this man was thinner, had no beard, short blond hair and looked much younger. He looked almost military-like in his appearance. Once he was inside, Hanson gestured for John to stand up and they both approached him. “Good evening, Ken.” Both noticed that Sparks was walking slow and gingerly when he approached them. “What happened to you?”
                  “My dog played a little too rough,” Hanson said lightly. Given his appearance, John expected the voice to be deeper.
                  “He bit you?” Hanson asked, looking surprised.
                  “Yeah, he was chasing after his ball and accidentally got mine.” Sparks said, wincing as he said it.
                  “That had to really hurt,” Hanson said sympathetically. He immediately changed the subject. “Sparks, this is Mr. John Robinson.” He indicated to John and Sparks held out his hand for John to shake, which he did. “ He got into a car accident in the woods near the highway. When he woke up, he noticed that his wife was missing. He believes that she is here.” He then took out the photo of Amber and handed it to Sparks, who looked it