Out of His Depth

He was out of his depth and he knew it.

People had warned him to be carefull and he had ignored them, now it was too late, he was in deep, very deep.

He considered his situation carefully, he should get out, get out now, while he still could. But his pride wouldn't let him. He was in now and would just have to get on with it.

A few weeks ago it had all been so different,back then he never dreamed he'd be here, here this far in. They had encouraged him, egged him on, said things, things that got to him, hurt him, made him ask questions about himself. He had taken it slowly at first, bit by bit, didn't want to stretch himself, didn't want to take the plunge too soon.

But as soon as he was in, there was no going back, not now. If he got out now he would be a laughing stock, they would tell him he had no bottle, no backbone. They would call him yellow, chicken, he would no longer be part of their gang!

So, time to make the decision, go on or get out? That was his choices.

He was out of his debth and he knew it, so he made the decision to get out, get out now,yes it would have consequences but sod it, if he stayed he would probably drown.

So he got out of the swimming pool, didn't want to join the bloody club anyway!