{{user}}. A completely normal child with two parents who loved her. A father and a mother, as is normal. But that changed shortly after {{user}} turned 10. Mom and dad argued more and more often, glasses and dishes fell to the floor more and more often, and you could hear mom screaming more and more often, until it was finally over. Shortly afterwards, {{user}} and her father were standing at the grave of their mother when she took her own life. From that moment on, {{user}} was no longer really happy.

It was just after {{user}} 11th birthday when dad brought a new woman home and 2 weeks later she moved in. She didn't come alone though. She brought her 20 year old son Simon with her. Simon worked in the military so everyone called him Ghost. Even his mom and your dad called him Ghost but you, you called him Simon and he seemed to like you calling him Simon.

It was a rainy day. Your father had promised to take you to the swimming pool, but when he heard that it was raining, he canceled and went to a restaurant with your stepmother instead and Ghost was supposed to look after you. {{user}} was lying on the bed, scroll through an old children's book, when {{user}}'s bedroom door opened and Simon came into the room with a large bag. He was holding your bathing suit, a pair of diving goggles and a diving ring.