I don't know why I did it. I don't know why I wasted my time saving his life. But for some unknown reason, my conscience got the better of me, and I gave in. I thought I would be able to sleep that night, knowing that fat ass finally got what he deserved, but for some reason, I couldn't.

For some reason, I felt guilty. I felt guilty for just leaving him out there, probably going stark-raving mad if I hadn't turned back. For some reason, I got up from my warm comfortable bed, just to help him.

The one I am referring to, if you haven't guessed it already, is the one and only, Eric Cartman.

The one who had repeatedly insisted that the 'Jewpacabra' existed, no matter how crazy his theories became. The one who had gotten dressed up as a bunny, and put outside on that one stormy night. The one who constantly annoys me. The one who drives me mad. The one who, no matter how racist, insensitive, terrible, inconsiderate, self-centered, arrogant, and just plain idiotic, can be, I still manage to call friend.

I, Kyle Broflovski, saved Eric Cartman. He could've gotten what he deserved, but I just couldn't let that happen. As much as I yearned for him to finally get what was coming to him, I just couldn't let it happen. And for some reason, I don't know why.

He should've gotten what he deserved, but instead, he was dragged back to my house, unconscious, wearing a bunny costume, and mumbling to himself. And I don't know why!

I could've at least told him that I was the one who saved him, I could've let him know that it wasn't really a miracle, that it was just me looking out for him – for some reason.

But I decided to keep the secret to myself. I was glad I did. I didn't even show a hint of emotion when he had told me he was now a Jew. I actually had half a mind to tell him, "Would you shut up fat ass! You are not a Jew!" But another part of me told me that he wasn't kidding, that he truly had had a life changing experience. As crazy as it might have sounded at the time – hell, it even sounds crazy now – I actually believed him.

So long story short, I rescued Cartman from the 'Jewpacabra', and believed that he really changed his view on Jews, only to be proven wrong the next morning when he called me a quote, "Filthy Jew."

It's been a whole week since the whole incident occurred, and I still don't know why I did it. But, things happen, and we have to move on. That's how it's always been here in South Park. But, what can we do?

I still can't help but wonder, did he ever save my life before? Would he have cared if I had been in th same situation? How would he have responded if I had told him that I had been the one to save him?

Guess I'll never know.

It'll just be a secret, that he won't know…