You are John Egbert and you are only 5 years old. And currently your father and you were swimming in swampy waters. Though you remembered your father saying these waters are not good to be alone. That was until you both hear ducks quacking in the distance.
Noticing your father's serious expression, he quickly grabbed you. And took off swimming in his fastest speed, which is a lot, but it seemed like it didn't mattered.
Thats when your vision got worse, and everywhere you see is bright red spilling through the waters. "John, I'll be alright. I need you to swim back home, and don't look back alright. I will be behind you, okay. Go, go now John!" With this I swam away from my father, though I did make sharp turns here and there. And to only find myself to turn around, and he wasn't there. Panic sweeping through, but you stayed home. Your home was a hole underwater, with a bunch of grass wrapped around the entrance. Making it look scary, like my father said. Though he didnt sound positive about it. And I never questioned it.
Waiting all day, I had this dread feeling, that father wasn't coming home after the hundredth time. My heart ached, chest heavy, and face puffy. I knew I cannot stay home any longer.
So I swam away. Abandonmeant, dread in my heart as I kept treking on. Through the dark scary waters.