Chapter 1

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Crunch...Crunch...Crunch...
I listed the rhythmical noise of my boots pressing into the snow as I walked. The sound was soothing, and familiar.
South Park has snowed in my life more times than I can count, and though as much as a pain the snow can be, I really don't mind.
The moon reflected over the ice and snow, causing the world to shine a soft white, and even though i'm not the type for poetry, or useless description, it was truly a beautiful sight.
I took a drag of my cigarette, and flicked away the ashes. They landed on the snow, making the pure white smudge with grey. 'Tainted,' I thought, 'Kind of like me.' I chuckled, and inhaled again.
My lungs ached, but I ignored it. I always do. This was my nightly routine.
Some people took warm baths, read themselves to sleep, or just laid still in their bed until they lost themselves to the world of dreams.
I preferred digging my cigarettes out of their hiding spot in my bedroom,hopping out of my window, and taking a nice, long walk around South Park.
"But Craiiiiig" I could imagine Clyde's voice, "You know those things kill, right? I'm not gonna show up to your funeral if you end up dying from that shit."
I just punched him. He hasn't complained about it since.
I continue my walk, inhaling and exhaling the poisonous smoke like a lifeline (it kind of was, atleast, to me anyway).
My feet found the familiar path to Stark's Pond.
I make my usual trek around it, just like every night. The Pond looked pretty, but it was a deceptive beauty. It was dangerous this time of year, where winter was almost spring and the ice starts to melt away.
I remember Token bitching at Clyde this morning. The kid actually fell in over the weekend. A nudge of guilt came over me. I laughed at him when I first heard the story, but the fear and anxiety on Clyde's face made me feel bad. That shit is scary.
I keep walking.
Just as I was thinking about heading home, I sit on the bench and pull my lighter out of my jacket pocket. I light up another smoke. I inhale, and let my gaze wander for a minute.
The trees were covered in a white powder, the breeze was harsh and strong, and the pond still looked achingly beautiful.
I let out a sigh.
I stand back up.
SPLASH!
I froze. What the fuck was that? I chucked my cig in a random direction.
I run to the edge, quickly, and strained my eyes as far as I could through the fog.
There was a fucking person! Someone just slipped into the goddamn water!
I hesitated for a moment, 'I could just leave, and pretend like this isn't happening and just go to fucking bed...' but the memory of Clyde flashed in my mind.
'Well fuck,' I thought, stepping fully onto the ice. 'I can't let this poor bastard just die!'
(I Take my jacket and shoes off. What? My cigarettes and phone are in my sweater pocket and
these shoes are new Damn it! ) I then I ran.
The ice was groaning and cracking, but I didn't pay attention. I reached the hole, almost falling in myself, before I gained balance. I took a deep breath, and I jumped in.
The water was shocking. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see. Which way was up? or am I going down?
I couldn't even fucking think it, was so cold. Something floated into my vision. A goddamn person!
I grabbed them quickly, and and kicked in a direction I hope was up!
My lungs were protesting now, but not in the way cigarettes make them feel. This was so cold it burned, and it filled my lungs like sharp, frozen solid, razor blades.
I emerged to the top and immediately started hacking up water, but did not spare a single moment to push the person back onto the ground.
My arms were aching, but I didn't care. The person was out of the water now. I gripped the edge, and pulled myself over.
My eyes widened. It was fucking Tweek! The spaz kid that has been in my classes since the fourth fucking grade.
He wasn't breathing either. His lips were blue, and his face so pale the moon reflected off of it. I started shaking.
"Deep breath Craig! Think damn it, THINK" I yelled.
CPR! my mind thought, give him goddamn CPR!!
My mind raced back to eighth grade health class, and I immediately went to work.
I placed my hands in the proper position on his chest, and start giving him chest compression five
I'm fucking panicking
Fifteen
What if he DIES?
twenty
I won't let him.
Thirty
I place my ear next to his nose and mouth. No breathing. Fuck! I tilt Tweek's head back and lift his chin. Now, this part should always be left for a professionally trained person who knows CPR but I don't have time to be bothered by it. My phone was was all the way on land, and I can't just run back and leave Tweek to die so I can grab my goddamn phone.
I pinch his nose shut and cover my mouth with his, and gave him two normal breaths. Chest Compressions again.
Five
Fucking please, Tweek!
Ten
Just breathe!
Fifteen
Tears are freezing on my cheeks now, and the breeze is achingly painful on my wet body.
Twenty
"please, please, please!" I'm yelling now.
Thirty
I hunch back on the heels of my feet, sobbing. I heard a gasp of breath.

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