I've never been the religious type, but around this time of year I get some sort of feeling, like a connection, to the church and I go to the services, and do churchy things. I guess it helps me feel better because I spend most of my time in my apartment to avoid the awkward societal interaction. After one of these services, I found myself walking through the park, with no particular purpose, just thinking, letting my thoughts flow in and out, not really noticing where I was going.
In this state of mind, I reviewed the events of the year. I reminisced over my successful escape from St. Paul's Institution for the Mentally Unstable. Then, my transition to city life, gradually getting used to the new people and life without medication. I took a look around and I had ended up by the lake, I saw a few people out skating on the ice.
I decided it was a safe endeavor that would pass the time so I rented some skates and went out to the middle of the lake. As I skated around, I contemplated where my future would take me. Would I stay on the run, or settle in the Castle Apartments? Would I make friends or keep to myself?
I found myself alone on the ice. I checked my watch, it was almost eleven o'clock. I heard it before I saw it, a large crack suddenly split the ice under my feet. I barely had time to scream as I was swallowed by the cold, dark water. I couldn't breathe, couldn't see, I figured I would die there. Just as I began to go unconscious, I heard a thumping from somewhere in the ice, I only hoped it was someone who could rescue me.
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