Those Who Show Mercy, Don't Receive Any

Chapter 8: Realization Is Key

Tweek Tweak

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Why..

I wanted to make him go through the suffering that I did to be here. He looked at me so longingly, so full of love until he started to close his eyes. I was so enraged I couldn't hear my surroundings, only my thoughts. His hands placed so gently on my cheek wiping away my tears that fell from this anger.

"Look at me Craig!" I cried out his eyes closing. I didn't realize that he stopped breathing. Until his hand had dropped leaving the spot where his hand was placed cold, that's when I noticed that he wasn't breathing. I panicked. I wanted to scream. I wanted to wake him up. All I wanted was to make him breathe again.

"Fuck, Craig answer me!" I shouted a soft whisper knowing Tricia was in the house. I didn't know what to do. I was panicking. What if I killed him? What will his parents think of me? Fuck.

His face a light purplish blue with his hands laying on the side of the bed. He laid there time ticking quicker than before he would die if I don't do something. He would die if I didn't get air in his system.

As panic surged through my veins, I frantically searched my mind for any semblance of knowledge on what to do in this situation. CPR? Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation...? But my thoughts were a jumbled mess, and my hands trembled uncontrollably as I reached out to touch his lifeless form.

"Craig, please!" I begged, my voice breaking with desperation. I leaned over him, my trembling hands hovering uncertainty over his chest. His lips were tinged with blue, and his skin felt unnaturally cold beneath my touch.

With a surge of determination born out of sheer terror, I pressed my palms against his chest and began to push down, praying to whatever higher power might be listening that I was doing the right thing. But each compression felt feeble, inadequate in the face of the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume me whole.

"Please Craig, I'm sorry, please don't die on me." I cried. Tears blurred my vision as I continued to pump his chest, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as I fought to keep the panic at bay. "Please, Craig, don't leave me," I whispered, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears. I cared so much, but if I really did none of this would have happened. I'm a monster no doubt.

But despite my frantic efforts, there was no response, no sign of life returning to his still form. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, each passing moment an eternity of agony as I grappled with the horrifying reality of what might come to pass. Without even thinking i placed my lips on his and began mouth to mouth resuscitation hoping to get air in him. Placing my arm near his face to try and stabilize him

As I continued to administer mouth to mouth, each breath into Craig's mouth felt like a desperate plea to the universe to bring him back to me. His body remained limp and unresponsive, and with each passing moment, the weight of my despair grew heavier.

"Come on, Craig, please," I murmured between breaths, my voice choked with tears and fear. I pressed down on his chest with all the strength I could muster, willing his heart to beat once more, willing him to open his eyes and look at me with that same love and longing he had shown just moments ago.

But the room remained silent, save for the sound of my own ragged breathing and the rhythmic thud of my hands against his chest. Panic threatened to consume me whole, the fear of losing Craig too overwhelming to bear.

And then, just when I thought all hope was lost, a faint gasp echoed through the room, so soft and fragile that I almost didn't dare to believe it was real. My heart leaped with renewed hope as I felt a flutter of movement beneath my hands.

"Craig?" I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation as I leaned in closer, searching for any sign of life in his still form. And then, like a miracle, his eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes filled with confusion and dawning awareness.

"Tweek," he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to focus on my face. Relief flooded through me like a tidal wave as I realized that he was still with me, still fighting to come back from the brink.

"Thank the stars," I breathed, tears streaming down my cheeks as I gathered him into my arms, holding him close as if to shield him from the cruel hand of fate, that was my own.

"Tweek, please don't do that again." he croaked out as he struggled to breathe a little. Holding his neck in pain. I wanted to help, but I think I helped plenty.

"Craig, I'm sorry. I- I should have never done that to you." I said, loud enough so he could hear me. He turned to look at me, his eyes tired than before and cloudy like a mist forest. I was so terribly sorry for what I have done. I should have never done that to begin with.

"No, I'm supposed to say sorry, I just.. I have to go now. I'm sorry Tweek." He said as he stood up and limped away from the room shutting the door behind him. I wanted to cry and weep all my sorrows away, until the sun came up.