The Heat

He looked over the edge; it was steaming hot, flowing slowly. He was tense, and perfectly still, watching the steam rising as the liquid below bubbled in heat. He was afraid of what he had to do, the heat felt so close and intense upon the features of his skin. As he put his head over the edge he began to sweat, feeling the heat deep down to the bone. Heat so intense he could not bear but close his eyes. 

He was desperate, he'd do anything to get away; escape. But escape was now impossible, he was locked into the high chair, and when Johnny's mom returned and the oatmeal was still there he'd be in trouble.

The Fear

Oh no! The water, the water is rising. Rising to what seem like limitless heights, as the countless drops of water descend upon the surface. The surface which, before these violent droplets began was so ever smooth and comforting; gently inviting. But now that was no more, as the barrage of droplets hit the water, the surface is now raging, appearing overwhelmingly frightening.

He closed his eyes, he clenched his hands. There was not much more room to step back from the turbulent waters. And even if there was, it was only a short matter of time before it reached the peak, and then it would come pouring towards him like a raging wave. But no, he dared not think of that. For if he drops his guard his fear would overwhelm him. He would be paralyzed in place and then, then all was lost.

He looked about, and scrambled with his eyes. Surely there was some other way, some other way. He would just have to see it, and then, then he would once again be free. But as his eyes scurried about searching for some source of salvage his mind was not cooperating. Pale white and yellow tile laid out in no particular pattern. The graying grit between the tiles, showing the age of his confining room. The unclean gleaming light reflecting yellow off the walls. A single counter with nothing atop, and dust bellow. A tan ceiling with mild cracks apparent in the paint; showing the age, and all along reminding. Reminding of how many came before him. How many have entered this very room, as he has now. And of how many faced the same peril that he himself is facing now. The overwhelming, demon roar and massive force of water. The water. Now his mind could not escape it any longer.

And now there was nothing more to do but face the dangerous water. Poor Johnny, looks like he's going to have to take his bath.

The Gorge

Standing over a gorge, a wide, deep gorge with what seems like a black bottomless pit where the bottom would usually be. A big black hole which consumes all with a terrifying roar.
The gorge is wide, too wide. Surely he would fall and plummet towards the black hole. But THEY said he had to do it, and do it without the comforting reassurance of his protective suit.
But now there's nothing left to do, and no more ways to stall. The protective suit is gone, and now poor Johnny is going to have to face the gorge, his parents are making him use the toilet like a big boy.