6 years later.

I was sitting at the bottom of the camps lake, completely dry, straing up and the sunlit surface.

It had been 6 years. I hadn't talked to another human in six years. I hadn't left the lake in 6 years. I hadn't breathed air in at least 5.

I had been living down here, making sure nobody came near me. The water was now black as night from the surface, no one could see in.

Every now and then a kid would jump in. I think they forgot I was real. Maybe I was just a myth now. Do they think I'm dead?

Maybe they take it as a dare. Brilliant.

I'm 20 now. 20 years old. I feel a lot older though.

I love the lake, but theres not many things to talk to, it's a lake not the ocean. I have fish…which, no offence to them, are not the brightest of sea animals.
I'm not out of shape, swimming everywhere keeps up your fitness.

I haven't really needed to eat much, the water sustains most things.

I obviously don't need to get anything to drink.

But I'm getting tired of this…what's the point of surviving the betrayal if I'm pretty much banished? I'll have to live the rest of my life hiding.

In a lake.

In a kids camp.

Life is just so fair.

Well, I've had enough of this. I said I would get my revenge. And I will. But not from down here. It's time to go up.
I smirked to myself as a small silver fish shot past.

Yeah, let's go say hi to some old friends….