Prologue: Corsica's Lament

"Mother Mother! Oh gawd.." Kyle Schwartz exhaled as he took his inhaler and proceeded to allow his lungs to fill with much needed air. His father's guests were already at the dinner table and Corsica Schwartz was no where to be found. Mark Schwartz, Kyle's father, was still upset about the last time his wife missed out on a public dinner. Kyle didn't want any more arguments when he knew his mother was still terribly "ill". So he ran up the master staircase, eager to find his ailing mother.

"Oh Jesus she promised she would be here on time!" he muttered to himself to keep him from growing even more anxious. He continued down the corridor towards his mother's quarters, "If only there was.." Kyle stopped talking to himself when he heard an unexpected voice come from the inside of her room. It was his father's apprentice's voice.

"So am I to tell Mark that you will not be attending tonight's dinner?" Dresden carefully asked the lamenting Corsica who was currently sitting backwards on a chair gazing outside her open window out into the distance. "He said that tonight was especially important and that he would be furious if.."

"Then let him be furious!" she screamed at him. Kyle listened on from the outside. Corsica looked back outside, the room not lit purposely. "He picked the wrong night to have the dumb banquet in the first place." She looked to the photograph on her dresser mantel, "Please just make up another excuse for me."

Kyle lowered his head.

Dresden looked to the photograph as well, "Was it a special day for you both?" he inquired, eyes darting back to the woman.

Corsica gazed intently at the man in the picture, "March 1st is his birthday. He's probably with his family… and my family celebrating and having their own party." She started to well up again. "Another year passes and I still feel so alone…" she buried her head once more and sobbed.

Dresden let out an agonizing sigh, "I'll make sure to notify my boss…" he started to walk towards the door.

"Dresden!" she called out again, raising her head which revealed her torn wrists.

Dresden did not turn around, yet acknowledged her, "Yes?"

She trembled as she tried to crack a smile, "Make sure Kyle knows I'm okay."

Kyle looked towards the closed door and frowns.

"Okay, I will." Dresden replies as he opens the door. Kyle manages to see his mother in her nightgown through the crack; helplessly gazing out the window.

Dresden closes the door and walks away, passing a very upset and confused Kyle. Making sure his mother didn't hear their conversation, Kyle follows Dresden to the stairs and then asks. "She never tells me anything."

"That's because she doesn't want you to know anything." Dresden gives a caustic response.

Kyle stops on the stairs, "What is she not telling me? I know it's about her life back in Colorado. What happened there that ruined her? Ever since I was little she seemed broken and lifeless! Why won't she…"

"Do you honestly believe I know the extent of what happened to your mother?" he asks Kyle.

Kyle catches up to Dresden. "Yes, you are the only one she confides in. How come she calls Aunt Sheila's family 'her family'? Aren't we her family?" he inquires desperately. "I've never had the courage to ask you… until now." He stares at Dresden waiting a response.

Dresden pauses, ponders for a second, and then smiles, "Maybe it's time for you to ask her. I'll make sure to notify your father of your absence as well." He starts to walk towards the main hall.

"Wait!" Kyle called out, "How do you she'll tell me anything?."

Dresden looked back, " I don't, you need to ask." He continued on to the banquet and doesn't look back.

Kyle emptily stood in his house's, well, mansion's main lobby. He looked up towards the main staircase and nervously started to ascend the stairs. Without a word, he turned the corner and walked down the darkened hallway towards his mother's room. He couldn't remember a time where his mother slept in the same room as his father. It was as though they separated a long time ago, yet she was still trapped here. As if she was enslaved in this castle with no where else to go. He swallowed the lump in his throat and knocked on the door. No answer, "Mother?" he called out. He attempts to open the door, but no luck, she apparently locked it. "Mother!" he grows worried. Tugging and banging at the door, "Mother open the door!" He pulled as hard as he could one last time, which apparently undid some hinge and the door swung open. A cold breeze almost knocked Kyle over as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and what he saw hanging from in the middle of the room would be engraved in his mind forever. In the past five minutes since Dresden left the room, his mother took one of her sheets and made a makeshift noose and apparently ended her life. Ignoring the shock, he cried out painfully and ran to free his mother. The closer he got he could see that there was still some life left in her. "Hold on mom we can talk, I… I promise everything will be okay!" In a matter of seconds he untied the knot and she plummeted to the ground; coughing profusely.

A couple minutes after Kyle released his mother, the reality of what he just experienced set in. He too fell to the ground and started to cry, "Please Mother! I beg you! Tell me what makes you do these things! You think I don't know about your depression but I'm not an idiot!" he yelled.

Corsica coughed a couple times and languidly looked to her son, "Kyle… I didn't want you to…."

Kyle crawled to his mother and started to stand up while trying to help her up as well. She's always been thin and frail; her light brown curly long hair shrouded her shoulders alongside her deep green eyes filled with mystery. "Kyle I… please." She allowed him to bring her to her feet. Corsica adjusted herself as she weakly looked to her son. She smiled, "You've… you've gotten so big." She exclaimed softly as she wrapped her arms around his head bringing him closer to her bosom.

Kyle blushed and suggested, "uh Mother while don't you lie down on the bed, you're weak and you need rest." He noted, trying to get her mind off the subject of killing herself.

Corsica looked to the bed and then back at Kyle, "You're 14 now aren't you?" she asked with a forlorn face.

He followed his mother to the bed and helped her get in, "Yes mother, and Father and Dresden helped me get into one of the most prestigious schools on the East Coast this past year. The Yardale School of Business an Transactions."

"Well, that wasn't hard." She exhaled, "Dresden is a Yardale himself and your father owns half the businesses on the East Coast. " Corsica laughed to herself, sounding a bit restrained.

Kyle grew a bit defensive, "I still needed to get the grades to pass the entrance exam. Only one person younger than me was able to pass the entrance exam, but then again he was also the only person to pass the graduate exam the same day." He admitted.

"Poor Gregory…" Corsica sighed, "He has so much on his plate."

That statement enraged Kyle, "What about me Mother? I was basically raised by one parent myself! If it wasn't for Dresden I.. I don't know what I would have done." He regrets confessing that statement but he couldn't resist. He continued, "Father was always away on business trips, and you were always in this room. Dresden wouldn't let me in here for some reason… and now I know why." He snapped. Corsica listened on shamefully. "I think I deserve to know why my own parents didn't raise me for the majority of my life!" he wanted to cry again, but he felt his mother's hand touch his cheek.

The moonlight streaked across her face, lighting up her natural beauty, "It's all my fault I know. Your father tried so hard to keep us together…but." She let down her hand, "I'm sorry Kyle. As much as I love you and wish that I could have been there for you," she started to shake and grabbed a fistful of her comforter. "I can't stand the thought f what my life has become!" she admitted to Kyle who stared at her in misbelief. He always suspected that his mother had some kind of big secret, but he had no idea it was this severe. "Mom, you regret having this life? You regret…me?" he asked, not really wanting a response.

Corsica quickly retaliated, "NO! Oh my god, no." she leaps at Kyle, holding him close. "You and your father are really the victims. I don't hate you or your father, I never could. I mean it was my parents who arranged this marriage, if anything I hated them. But what is done is done. I can't change the past and really I should just move on. But," she looked at the picture once more. "I still love him more than anyone in the world."

Kyle noticed his mother's sudden change of attention and he followed her gaze. He found the picture on the dresser, "Who?" he asked as he moved over to the photo.

"Do you really want to know about my life in Colorado? About what I left behind?" Corsica warned, "I mean you're old enough now I guess. And you're right, you do deserve to know why your life is plagued with riddles." Kyle settled back next to her and held the photo with a puzzled look on his face.

Corsica sighed and rested back into her pillow. Staring at the ceiling she closed her eyes and started, "His name is Randy Marsh. Actually his name is Randolph Severn Marsh, and he was and still is my one and only love."

TBC

AN: So this will start my perception of what occurred before he boys were even born. Randy Marsh has always been one of my favorite characters and therefore I wanted to give him a life story.

If you have read Wuthering Heights by Emily Browne you will know how the narration style will proceed. Corsica (my version of Sheila's sister) will do an on and off narration throughout the story. By the end of this story I hope to convey how everyone came together while explaining certain events that happened before South Park the series even came to be. Mark and Corsica's mansion is located in Connecticut but the actual setting of the story is in the late 60's early 70s South Park, Colorado. Randy said he went to Woodstock so he's going to Woodstock.

South Park Belongs to Matt and Trey. I'm not trying to rip off their work, I'm just trying to piece some things together that they haven't yet. This is entirely my perception, even though a lot of events were described in the actual show, such as Stuart's and Gerald's friendship and Howard Cartman's imprisonment (even though they didn't say why). And all the characters except Corsica Broflovski/Schwartz and Herr Franz Karmichael, are canon. Even though Sheila DOES have a sister... I just gave her life.

Dresden of Yardale comes from a future story I will write about the Yardales. He's not in the rest of the story, only this.

So I hope you enjoy this experimental fan fiction! Chapter 1 is to come soon.