Warning: RAPE, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, SUICIDE, BADBOY BLAINE, HOMOPHOBIA, HATE CRIME, CHILDHOOD KLAINE, AU and any other's I can think of will be posted in later chapters

If you do not know this is a rewrite of my old story called "Remembering You", but with a new plot because I had a new idea for this story. I do not know how long this story will be or if I like my idea enough to finish the story. I also want to warn that this story will have slow updates as well.

I also want to warn that this fanfiction is a body switching fanfiction. The previous body that was "Blaine", I am going to use a picture of Kit Harrington because there is going to be lots of references between the two and the fact that they sorta look similar.

Here is the link of Blaine before the switch: (it's the black and white first picture)

pin/460000549424369842/.

And here is the link of Blaine after the switch: (Darren in black and white in the black shirt)

tagged/bw-darren

Enjoy!

The Wandering Spirit

Prologue

A dark room silenced by the darkness, where the only sounds comes from a boy cries.

'No'.

The boy crashes into a shelf and falls back in pain. The boy tries to scream for help, for them to stop, for them to let him go. But was only gripped by the collar of his shirt and shoved back against the shelf again, the boy's head banging against the cold metal. The boy wailed in pain from the hit and looked up seeing a menacing person strangling him from being able to escape. The boy's eyes widen fear as he saw the person's hand slowly went to grip his hair.

'No!' the boy thought and tried to struggle only to pinned down by two other people harshly gripping both of his arms locking them to the floor.

"Haha, look at him. He's such a fucking slut." Came the voice of another boy who was straddling him.

"And we all know sluts just love to get fucked, especially when they're fags." He said and unbuckled the boy's pants and ripped it off of him. The boy tried to scream in protest but was muffled by a hand over his mouth.

"Is anyone filming this?" the boy said taking out his hard cock and slapping it against the boy beneath him.

"Yeah he is! I want to have a good angle of this shot!" said another voice. The boy with an erect cock laughed and shoved his cock into the virgin ass painfully, feeling himself get harder as the boy screamed in pain, ignoring the blood dripping down, staining the floor.

"Haha! Good, just look at his ass and how it just devours my cock." He moaned pushing himself further into the pleasuring ass, pounding harder and slapping it feeling the ass muscles squeeze tighter.

"Shit," he moaned bucking his cock back in, "this feels incredible."

"Fuck, dude! Is his ass better than a pussy?" asked one of the boys who was pinning the raped boys arm.

"Yeah, it's tighter than a pussy. It just feels like he's gripping me to no end. Fuck it's so good." He moaned again, feeling his climax coming soon as he abdominals started to coil.

"Damn that's hot. I'm going to go next, but first I want him to taste my cock." The boy said releasing his grip on the pinned boys arm to pull out his semi erect cock and shoved it into the boy's mouth, feeling the warm wetness.

"Uhg! This is so fucking good! No wonder he's such slutty whore!" the boy yelled in pleasure as he climaxed, spilling his semen inside.

"Fuck, I'm coming too!" the other boy yelled, choking the raped boy with his cock, forcing him to swallow.

This continued for hours as each teenage boy raped the boy's body for their pleasure. The eldest teenage boy who filming the whole thing, just smiled. He didn't take part in rapping the boy because he didn't get off on that kind of stuff, instead he got off on just watching the dead eyes and blank expression on the boy's face as he got rapped.

"Does anyone want to use him anymore?"

"Nay, I'm pretty bored. Hey do you guys want to get someone to eat? I'm starving."

"Yeah, sure. Let's go, besides it stinks in here." The group of boys left not even paying attention to the lifeless body lying on the ground.

The boy laid there still, not moving. He stayed there, staring at the darkness covering the ceiling. Slowly trying to get up, the boy pressed his back against the metal shelf for support only to be met with pain from his back. The boy stayed there his lifeless eyes staring at his bruised body when a tear fell from his eyes. The boy sobbed to himself from the pain and anguish he finally felt after he got forcefully used repeatedly. The boy put two of his fingers into his mouth and gaged himself vomiting up the semen he was forced to swallow. After vomiting everything out of the boy's stomach, the boy then proceeded to do the same thing to his ass. Shoving two fingers into his burning ass the boy squirted out the semen that was shoved in.

Slowly getting up the boy whipped his mouth with his shirt and tried to put on his pants that were ripped off of him. Getting dressed, the boy looked at the dark room. The smell of sex, semen, and vomit started to spread as the boy left.

Walking out of the room the air was cold, but it did not seem to be noticed by the boy. He continued to walk in this haze of lifeless movement. Only wearing a shirt and pants the boy did not know where he was going. He continued to walk not paying any attention to the time or the things around him.

Here he stood at the highway of car lights flashing all coming from one side to another. Slowly getting to the edge of the highway the boy waited standing there for the perfect time to move. And when the time came, the boy took one step on the highway road his face emotionless, his eyes black holding no regrets. As truck lights came flashing widely on the highway as the boy took another step.

'I want to die'

…..

Dark golden brown eyes popped open as Blaine gets up gasping in fear, gripping his blanket tightly until his knuckles turned white. Blaine felt his heart race in his chest, pounding as sweat covered his whole entire body. Blaine tried to sit up, but realized just how painful it was when his whole entire body ached. He wiped the sweat from his face with his hand trying to cool himself down from his dream.

'Was that a dream?' Blaine thought taking deep breathes in and out from his panting. Blaine thought back to the dream and saw the person getting run over by a truck.

'What kind of shitty dream was that?' Blaine thought feeling chills down his spine just at the memory of it.

"It felt so realistic. I actually thought I was going to die by that truck." Blaine whispered to himself feeling himself calm down.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

"What?" Blaine said his voice rough and slowly looking at his surroundings. He is in a white room, with curtains drawn around him, a monitor next to him, with wires connecting to him. "Is this the hospital?"

Blaine rubbed his temples trying to clear his foggy mind.

What is going on?

Why is he in a hospital?

Why did he have that dream?

Blaine tried to concentrate on his thoughts. Nothing is making sense to him anymore. His mind feels to disoriented. He tried to remember his day.

He woke up this morning being late for work. He caught the bus to get to work and then went to boxing. He then started to walked back home and thought about going to college and then – and then what? Blaine closed his eyes, concentrating more on what happened as he walked back home.

'Thought about going to college, crossed the street and then a flash of white light' Blaine thought, 'white light and the sound of honking. I FUCKING GOT RAN OVER BY A BUS!'

Blaine stated to panic now.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I actually got hit by a bus. That wasn't a dream!" Blaine cursed himself, but then remembered, "No, that was a dream because I didn't get raped by those douchebags. What the fuck happened to me?"

Blaine covered his face with his hands, massaging them to get relaxed and noticed something. His face feels weird. Blaine touched his face, feeling the smooth and sharp lines and noticed he doesn't have his beard. Blaine stared at his fingers and noticed they are thinner than usual.

'What the hell? What is wrong with me?' Blaine thought staring at the window next his bed and seeing his reflection.

Blaine stared at it with a blank face.

"What?" Blaine whispered and touched his face more.

Blaine immediately whipped his head around looking around seeing if the reflection in the window was someone behind him but there wasn't anyone there. Blaine looked back at the window at his reflection.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Blaine shouted touching his face again.

Blaine jolted out of the bed and rushed to find the nearest bathroom, his body aching at the fast movements but Blaine doesn't care. Getting inside the bathroom Blaine saw his face clearly.

'No way. No way. No way! No fucking way!' Blaine thought rushing to the sink counter and seeing his face, 'I-is this the really me?' Blaine stared at his face and seeing it was different from his previous own. Compared to his real face, this face is tanner and smoother from his slight paler and rough skin. This person's eyebrows are way bigger too and are triangles too. The eyes are also different. This person's eyes are a deep hazel color with hints of gold.

The only thing that are similar is the hair, except his previous body had it loner to be pulled into a bun, this body's kept the hair short and looks like a fucking bird's nest. Blaine moved in this new body of his and realized this body is much weaker than his original one. Clearly this body doesn't work out. But at least the height is the same from what Blaine can tell. Blaine looked at his new self in the mirror again.

'This face – it's definitely the one I saw in that weird dream' Blaine thought touching his face again, 'this body is definitely younger too.'

Blaine shook his head, panic now starting to seep in.

"What the hell is going on?" Blaine said leaning against the bathroom wall. Blaine took deep breathes to calm himself.

"Calm down Blaine, calm down," Blaine said, "there must be a reason for this. Now think of what could have happened to have this face. Maybe my face got all fucked up so they had to do plastic surgery on it? That can't be it because the body feels different from my original one. But the only possibility that can happened is if I actually went into this guy's body? But how the fuck? I'm in this guy's body right now means that the accident I saw in my dream actually happened, right? Even so, why did I have to come into this person's body?!" Blaine scowled frustratingly walking back to his room and into his bed.

"Is it because we both got hit by a truck and that we switched places? No, that crazy ass dude wanted to die. He fucking committed suicide and I got front row seat and saw it happen." Blaine said confusingly tugging on his hair.

"I'm confused. What the actual fuck am I supposed to do?" Blaine said to himself tugging more on his hair and fell back on his bed.

"Fuck. There's no way I'll get a solution by just laying down and thinking about it." Blaine said, "If I tell the doctors that I'm in the wrong body they'll think I'm insane and send me a mental institution. What do I do? Do I play along and live this kid's life? But how? I know nothing other than he wanted to die? I need to find answers first. But what happened to my original body? Uhg, there's so many questions. I guess the only thing I can do right now is going along with this joke of a situation." Feeling more pain ache in Blaine's body, Blaine closed his eyes drifting back to sleep, hoping this all really is a dream.

I have a new plot for this fanfiction that I really like. I know it may seem confusing for this prologue, but trust me for what I'm about to have planned it is going to be so good! Please review, favorite or follow! Thank you!