A/N: So, I couldn't get it out of my head, and I wrote another part... R&R?
It always came back to the lake. Something about the way its surface stayed so still, yet perfectly reflective, from a distance it looked more like a gigantic mirror than a body of water. It had no movement, no ripples, no lapping at the shore, nothing. The truth was that it was perfectly dead-not a single creature, plant animal or otherwise, lived in the lake.
That was the only explanation you would get. Of course, that was the whole reason, wasn't it?
It's not to say nobody could go in the lake, but only reckless teenagers, filled with smuggled alcohol and false bravado, did. Something about it was just too sinister for the average sober person.
It wasn't that he was thinking of swimming, no-why the thought hadn't even crossed his mind, why would anybody think that? It was just, a memory of a dream he couldn't place...
He doesn't remember the dream as well as he remembers waking up at the edge of the lake. "Garry?" He jumps, swivels his head around. Nobody is there, again. (It started from that dream. The wind and the trees sound like somebody calling his name.)
Close enough to stick his foot in the water, the reflective magic is gone. The water is murky and forebody. Should he take his clothes off, first? His coat and shoes, at least! It's cold, and deceptively deep. Immediately his right pant-leg is drenched to the knee. Both to the knee. He really should have taken off his shoes. Waist-deep, chest, almost swallowing his shoulders. For a moment he dips his head under, then back out, teeth starting to chatter. He can swim alright, and he heads for the center of the water. From there he treads water, until he needs a break and then floats on his back.
He has forgotten what and why he had to remember, he thinks with a sigh. Guard down, he closes his eyes.
An undercurrent startles him out of his thoughts, and the dead lake comes to life-
Garry treads the water clumsily, trying to regain control, when a wave (the kind you see at a beach) covers him. (It was abundantly clear at this point that this was no ordinary lake, and there really was an ocean wave.) His wide eyes stung under the surface and he tried to swim towards the surface. His lungs started to burn, and he started to panic. (But no matter how hard he tried to swim up, the surface light dimmed, and grew farther away. Or possibly it was dimming because of the growing distance and not the lack of air. No, it was the lack of air.) Vaguely he wondered if he could or would reach the bottom of the lake.
If he did, he wasn't conscious for it.
A/N: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. (He's not dead?) Sorrynotsorry