Disclaimer: I do not in ANY WAY own South Park.

Warning: This is a BOY x BOY romance story. There are some dark themes.

A/N: I'm redoing a story I recently removed from the site. I'm not actually changing much. This is not in any way a rewrite, only a re-uploading with changes. I'm mostly fixing grammar and spelling that I saw, removing/changing minor plot details and/or characters and their interactions, etc. So, I hope you guys like it.

Also, please review!

We Need Each Other [Redone] (Chapter 1)-Prologue

Shit. I've been up for over forty-eight hours because of school. Why the hell are teachers suddenly giving the most amount of work two weeks before finals? Shouldn't it be less work, and more review for the final? I just don't understand.

I am so goddamned tired that I almost fell asleep during band earlier. That's sad; we are so loud. If I could sleep through that, than that's really saying something.

The past two days, I could have gotten at least some sleep. I'll admit that. I'm afraid to sleep though. I've been having some nightmares. I have no idea why I am having them. I started getting them last week. The first time it happened, I woke up crying. I remember it like it just happened:

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Why can't I get away? I'm moving, but it's still so far away. As I move closer, it gets even further away.

Turning my head, I see them. I don't know who they are. No! I need to get away. I can't survive this time. I turn my head again, and now there's a wall.

A wall? How? They're closing in on me. I don't want to see what their holding.

I punch the wall, hoping that I'll break through it. I hear their footsteps becoming louder. I hear their faint laughter, as if they're trying to get me to surrender. I'm not going to surrender this time either. I'd rather die than surrender to them.

"Ah!" They turn me around and push me on the floor. They hold my head still and raise their weapons. I see their faces all too clearly. But I don't recognize them.

A large, sharp, and shiny knife is being held right to my throat. It's cold and it feels wet. I feel the liquid slide down my neck and I can see it below my chin. It's a dark red color. Another guy is holding a nice handgun right up to my forehead.

Just end it already. Just pull the trigger. Make it all end. I can't fight my way out this time. It needs to be over.

"Do it already!" I shout, and there's a loud bang and they let me go. The last thing I remember is them laughing.

"No…"

And then I woke up.

The weirdest part was that it felt as if it happened before. In my dream, I knew that I wouldn't survive if they got me that time, or I wasn't going to surrender, just like last time. What does it mean? I can't remember having a nightmare before it. Why do I have the feeling something bad is going to happen?

Fuck it. I'm so tired; I'm going to sleep. I'll take my shower in the morning. I already did my homework. I'm not going to eat because I'm not even hungry. I would like to read, but I know I won't be able to actually focus.

Whatever. I just take off all of my clothes except for my boxers because my room doesn't get any freaking air. I'm not even joking. I ask my dad to fix my vent, but he says it's working. Then why is it that whenever he comes in he says that it's so hot? My family is just retarded like that. That only sane one in my family is Ike.

I get into my bed. I basically throw the covers off of the bed because there's no way in hell I'll be using them. I turn on my right side and just close my eyes. I have a few random thoughts before I fall asleep. I wonder how Stan is, I need to practice my solo, the quiz tomorrow will be easy, etc. Soon, I'm asleep and get another nightmare.

My head shoots up. I look around me. I am in a plain white room and all tied up.

"Hello?!" I shout, needing help.

"Stan? Kenny? Ike?" I shout, getting ready to cry.

"Mom?! Dad?! Please! Someone help me!" I shout, trying to get to my feet without the use of my arms. I run forward, and I hit a wall. Perfect!

I follow the wall around the perimeter with my cheek against the wall, seeing if I could feel the slight space where a door could be. Soon, I feel something different. I look, and I see the small line where a door closes. I look closely, and there's a tiny button. I press it, and the door opens inward.

I push it with my head, and I walk. I hit another wall.

"Ha, ha, ha. You will never get out. You are mine. You are mine to hurt, to torture, to play with." And then suddenly a knife shoots out of the wall the door led into. It sliced up my shoulder.

"Who are you?!" I scream, trying to find some way to fight.

"I am you." And then a knife shoots out the wall opposite to me and strikes me in the heart. I fall to the ground, bleeding.

"You can't be me…" I whisper, and I die there in the room.

"Ahh!" God damn it! Why the fuck am I having all of these nightmares? Why did I imagine myself being some sort of prisoner? Why did that person say that he was me? What the hell does it all mean?

I look next to me at my clock. It's 5:45 AM. It's fifteen minutes earlier than when I usually wake up. I have to wake up every day at six because I need to be at school early for band. Band counts as an extra class, called 0 Period.

I get my phone that's charging next to me. I got to love electronic books; they allow me to read during class without having to carry books. I read a lot; I probably read like 4-5 books per week. I don't play video games nearly as much as I used to. I spend most of my free time reading if I'm alone. If I'm with people, I'm usually playing this really retarded card game or just talking. The people I hang out with are all almost exclusively in band.

The only person I hang out with that is not in band is Kenny. Stan is in band, and he plays the same instrument I do, the trumpet. Butters is in band as well, and he plays the tuba, surprisingly.

I wonder if I should tell Stan about the nightmares. It feels good that I actually slept, but I don't want to sleep if I only have these nightmares. Stan and I have a sleepover tomorrow night. If I actually sleep, I'll probably talk in my sleep or something.

Because I have an extra fifteen minutes, I read the next chapter of the book I'm currently on. It's a really long chapter. It takes all fifteen minutes to read it.

I go into my shower and relax under the nice, cool water. I get out, dry off, and get dressed. I go downstairs to quickly eat some cereal. I walk over to Stan's house a few minutes away.

Stan and I carpool; everyday, our parents switch in taking us to school. It's a pretty efficient system.

I get there with only two minutes before the time we leave. We get to school, and we go to the band room.

We don't play much actually. We end ten minutes early, and I walk with Stan to get breakfast.

"Dude, I'm so excited about tomorrow! We've been so busy, and we haven't been able to hang out." Stan says, and puts an arm around my shoulder.

I yawn rather loudly, and just look at him puzzled.

"Huh? What did you say? I'm sorry, but I'm just really tired." I say, still extremely tired.

"You sure that's all?" He asks me, and I give him a smile.

"Of course it is. I can't wait for tomorrow either!" I say, and he laughs.

I just hope I won't have another nightmare tomorrow night…

A/N: Like I said, I wasn't changing much in this chapter (I kept the original, rushed ending exactly the same). As this is the prologue, I only fixed a few spelling issues and a very minor detail. I know of some of the more major things that will be changed in later chapters, so that's good. Also, don't forget to review!