Chapter 1: The Lake

The lake’s waves were soft, soft just like the way Timmy liked it, carrying his body afloat like a small boat. Timmy was one with the lake and the lake was one with him, at least that’s how he felt at that exact moment. Nothing in the world made Timmy feel more relaxed. As he drifted along he examined the various birds that flew around him and the different creatures that swam next to him, unafraid of him. He imagined them greeting him, he thought they were his friends. He never really talked to them but with a smile he would sum up a whole conversation. They made him feel happy.

For the whole summer, Timmy would come to the lake and simply just lay in it, all summer, every single day. The lake was his mother. The waves were arm’s cradling him, the sounds and whistle of nature around was his mother’s sweet lullaby sinking him to sleep. He filled gaps in his heart worn from abuse with love from the waters he swims in. When Timmy was hurt, the lake washed away the burns.

                The best part of the day was sunset. The big orange sky magnified the beauty of the lake by ten folds. The sky above turned into sherbet, which he could taste. The lake would always become silent as if the show just began and everyone was watching a performance of a life time. On top of this being Timmy’s favorite part of the day, it was also the most upsetting, and it meant he needed to go home. The lake was more of a home than his house, home is where you feel love, and there was no love at where he lived. Just a dreary cluster of heartache and pain Timmy must fight off.

He slowly but surely swam back to the shore. He swept off the sand and collected his courage to march home. Every day without missing a beat he looked back at the lake and captured the fragrance of the site, just in case it might be his last. He blew a kiss and said goodbye. The rumble of the water was the lake’s farewell. Timmy paced off before the last bit of light transformed into darkness. Timmy was scared of the dark.