the secret of silver lake

Ten years later

"LILLY!" it had been my fathers voice, I heard in the white light. I took a deep breath as I looked into my father's eyes. "Lilly, you ok. You're here with me, calm down," he said with a shaky panic in his voice. I slowly took another breath to calm the heartbeat in my ears. I slowly looked around the room and started to remember where I was. My room in the cabin I had come to love. My mother had grown up in this cabin. That's why we were traveling to get here. My mother and father thought it would be a perfect place for me to grow up. It had been the perfect place to grow up living by a lake. Expect for the fact that I had no memory of my mother until this dream. The feeling at the end lingered in the air of my room like static.the light that surrounded me seemed to be just behind him.

My eyes snapped back to my father face to see a blue light start to fade. I had seen this many times before. When my dad got angry or upset with me. Normally, his eyes were bluish grey in color. Being a middle-aged man now he had a strong build. My dad was tall just over six feet, I would say with me not too far behind. We share the same dark brown hair color only, I have a single grey streak just like my mom on the left side of my temple. I also had inherented my mother's eyes, a trait that ran with the women in our family. My mother had told me when I was young, a bright rain forest green. being a combination of my parents had it bonuses. I had my mom's tiny frame but also was really strong like my father.

When we first came to live at Silver Lake, I had just turned 8, my dad being a single father after my mother's death had a hard time adjusting to things. Which seemed to make it easier for Maggie to decide to stay with us. She taught me so many things growing up. She kept her promise and taught me to hunt. I had become fairly skilled with a bow and arrow. I had become fairly skilled with trapping. Maggie and I had developed our own trap line around the South part of the Lake. It helped to pay for the things we needed and help feed us when money was hard to come by. I tried to go to school when we first came here. It didn't work out too well. So Maggie taught me what she knew my father also. It was a hard life as a kid, but I grew to love it.

"Dad, it was just a dream from I was from when I was young." My father eyes screached mine for an answer. His eyes had aged since my mother had gone that day. The color had faded with her passing over the years. I hadn't remembered much until this dream had come, and my dad didn't talk about her much.

He had relaxed and had moved to stand beside my bed. I rolled over and propped myself up on my elbow to look at him. he smiled at me,"Well your awake now we could start the day early and make breakfast together I mean it is your birthday tomorrow and there is something I have been meaning to tell you," he raised his eyebrows well doing a air nudge towards me."Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. He turned at left the room after that.

I stared at the empty doorway that he had just walked through. I was puzzled at what he meant by what he said. He had something to talk to me about that He'd been meaning to tell me for a while. I wondered what it was. Did it have something to do with the dream. There had been something in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. I mean, it wasn't the light. It was something else. I rolled back over onto my back and put my head on my pillow. closing my eyes to think for a second. There were so many unanswered questions from when I was a child. Maybe he was finally gonna answer some of those questions for me. I sat up quickly and swung my legs to the edge of the bed. Stood up and stretched my arms and my legs from being tired and sleeping.

That static feeling was still in the air. And I could still see a faint light in the corner of my eye. But I couldn't place where it was coming from. I went and brushed my teeth and walked to the closet and picked out what I was gonna wear for the day. I moved hangers as I picked out pants. Some nice black jean shorts for the day seemed the way to go. I threw on one of my jackets over top and my trusty old hiking boots. didn't see the point of getting dressed up today as tomorrow was my birthday. Quickly scanning my reflection in the mirror, I'm not sure what my father had been planning to make for breakfast. So I just threw on a green tank top. Something that if I made a mess, it wouldn't matter.

The cabin had two stories. The master bedroom and bathroom we're on the top floor. The terrarium was also on the top floor. I grew all sorts of different flowers and herbs and different things. I loved plants. The bottom floor had two more bedrooms and a bathroom for my father with a stand-up shower. My grandmother was quite the cooker, so the kitchen in the cabin was huge. The dining room wasn't much smaller. My grandmother's mahogany dinner table would sit eight without theleavess in it. I wish I had gotten to meet my grandparents.