(So this is my 4th fanfic I guess. For once I have a vague idea of where I'm going with this story. I like it so far though… :D)
Dreams. Weird little fuckers aren't they? At least that's what I thought. My name's Kyle Broflovski and I'm currently having one of the weirdest dreams of my life.
I've been standing in the gym from my Elementary school for what seems like hours. Whenever I try to move I just, well, kinda don't. That's how dreams are, aren't they? So yeah, pretty eventful I know. I feel like I'm waiting for someone. I don't know what gave me that feeling but it's there anyway. I check my watch for the millionth time in this dream. Well, my dream-self does. I have absolutely no control over what I'm doing. I notice that I'm tapping my foot impatiently. 'Yes! Does that mean I'm about to just give up and leave?' That's when I was forced to remind myself that I'm Kyle Broflovski and I don't just give up. This isn't always a good thing, like now. Or when I think about him…
Believe it or not, I might be just a little bit gay. Okay maybe a lot gay. Fine, I'm extremely fucking gay. No one knows this about me, not even my best friend Stan. The reason I can't tell him? Well, that's extremely complicated. Wait! Nevermind, I don't have to tell you. I catch sight of a familiar red poofball hat in the gym doorway. When he approaches me I try to say something, but failed. To my relief, which quickly turned to confusion, he spoke instead.
"Mr. Broflovski! Mr. Broflovski! Hey, wake the fuck up!" Wait. That wasn't Stan's voice. That sounded more like-
Suddenly Stan disappeared and the gym along with him. I feel a clutching sensation at my heart when I see him disappear. But that feeling goes away as soon as I'm face to face with my teacher since 4th grade, Mr. Garrison.
"Falling asleep in my class, are you?" I shuddered as he gripped my hair and pulled, hard. Over the years Mr. Garrison has become abusive. He hits us. He pulls our hair. He threatens us. He hurts any way he can. Like right now. That was when my guardian angel stepped in.
I saw an orange flash as Kenny jumped at Mr. Garrison, causing him to let go of my hair, well most of it. I watched in horror as Mr. Garrison pulled out a knife. Kenny obviously saw it, how couldn't he? It was right there. But that didn't save him from a vicious stab right in the heart.
I was paralyzed when I saw Kenny fall. He can't be dead! Why isn't he moving? What's going on? My ears went fuzzy. I couldn't hear a thing. Well except one thing.
"You killed Kenny!" Stan yelled from my right.
My vision was failing me as I began to fall over. The last thing I remember was being caught by strong arms right before I croaked, "You bastard…"