Context: I crossed paths with a pool of despair , it looked so still and dark , so deep and wide . First I was only knee - deep , but a heaviness dragged me in . It was dark , it was still , and it was cold . I scrambled out of the depths of despair , tried to shake off the muck .

Question: Why did the writer scramble out of the depths of despair ?
Options:
0. Because they crossed paths with it .
1. Because at first they were knee - deep .
2. Because they did n't enjoy it there .
3. Because it was still and dark .
Answer: 2