Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the kind reviews! Anyways, I wanted to let you know that when I'm finished with this story, I have a Monsters, Inc story I'm gonna write for Christmas, but also a South Park story I will write for Christmas, too. I already know what it's going to be about. Also, I still have those two stories on my poll for you to vote for. So after my Christmas stories, you keep voting for those. And...also please if there is a story or story line you would like me to write, then please review me the idea. I would really like to use your ideas! Ok on with chapter 8!

Chapter 8: Getting help

It was Friday, and when Kyle got up that morning, and gave his parents a curious look as he sat down at the table in the kitchen. They said nothing to him, until his mother spoke up after a moment. "How was your night, Kyle?"

Kyle thought about his answer, as he was remembering what happened. He had another bad dream, and there was no way his parents were going to help him, for they didn't believe everything that was going on. So he decided to ask them a question. "Did...did I have another night terror?"

"No," Gerald answered. "Not that I know of. But how was your night?"

Kyle remembered perfectly. In his dream, it was dark, and he was falling and falling, seeming it was forever, and he finally saw a pit of lave below, and he woke up right when he hit it.

"Kyle?" Sheila asked. "How are your night? Did you have a bad dream again?"

"Yes."

It was silent. "What was it about, Kyle?" Gerald asked.

"Why would you care? You won't believe me on anything else."

"Kyle!" Sheila exclaimed. "We care deeply about you. And we're to get you away from the bad dreams so we won't have to take to do anything else beyond that."

"But mom! I'm not crazy."

"Kyle. I think you need to relax a bit. Now eat up your breakfast and get ready to go to school.

When Kyle got to the bus stop, Stan looked at his friend curiously. "What?" Kyle asked.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah. I'm...." he stopped, looking at Kenny and Cartman, who were just ignoring him. He wasn't sure if he should talk about it in front of him. Did they really need to know? Kyle leaned in to whisper in Stan's ear. "I had another nightmare. And....another one of those...headache things."

Stan grew concerned for his friend.

"What headache things?" Cartman asked.

Kyle gasped. "Nothing Cartman."

"You're talking about happened a couple days ago. Aren't you?"

"Cartman, leaven him alone," said Stan.

"Kyle, whatever that was that happened to you," Cartman continued, ignoring Stan, "it was stupid and funny. You embarrassed yourself big time."

"Cartman!" Kyle cried. "Just shut up! It wasn't my fault!"

"Than who's fault was it? Nobody else touched you, so..."

Kyle's hearing suddenly went blank, and he saw a vison of a boulder falling on Cartman, and a scary voice saying "Die". It finally stopped, and Kyle fell to the ground.

"Kyle!" Stan cried, and helped him up. "Are you ok?"

Tears started falling from the Jew's face. "What's wrong with me! Why is this happening! I keep seeing horrible things! What does it mean!"

Cartman stood there, curiously watching Kyle cry, and Kenny walked over to help Stan calm him down. "What's going on, Kyle?" Kenny asked.

But before he could explain, the bus came, so the boys got on.

"I'm so terrified," Kyle said to Stan as they were riding the bus. "You have no idea what it is, Stan. My parents won't even believe me. I don't know what to do. I...I'm too scared to even live. Who knows what will come next."

"It's alright, Kyle," said Stan. "Sit here. I'll be right back." So he got up and sat with Kenny and Cartman. "You guys, something serious is happening to Kyle."

"It already happened," Cartman replied. "He was born a Jew."

"Cartman, this is serious! He keeps having images. Bad images. And he can't control them."

Cartman had nothing to say after that, for the whole thing was just confusing him. Kenny, though, listened carefully.

"You guys, he's too scared to even think."

"Well I think it's just a bunch of crap," Cartman said. "It's all everything we have to know and not know what he knows."

"What are you talking about, Cartman?"

"He's faking it. Faking it for attention."

Stan glared. "I knew you guys were hopeless!"

"I believe you, Stan," Kenny muffled. "I just don't know what to say or do."

Stan sighed, and sat back down with Kyle. He then thought about it, and agreed with Kenny. He couldn't really do anything about it. He didn't exactly know what it was what was happening to Kyle. The only thing he could do was comfort his friend. But...he had no idea what else to do.

Kyle sat silently. He knew that Stan couldn't do anything about it. He was only a kid. His parents had to believe him.

During recess as the boys played football, Kyle sat alone and watched his friend. He was just too scared to play. There was a chance that he could get a horrible vison and he could fall, losing the game for his team. Some of the guys even wondered what was bothering Kyle, but Stan just told them to leave him alone. Kyle was so glad his best friend was understanding him more, and making sure things wouldn't get any worse. But that wouldn't stop it. That wouldn't stop from anything happening.

The Jewish boy sighed as he through his face into his hands. He just wanted this to stop. He wanted this whole thing to be a bad dream, and he wanted to wake up in his bed, and the whole thing not happening. But it wasn't a dream. It was real. And he didn't know what to do, but worry all his life.

After school when Kyle got home, his parents seemed to be busy, so they just gave him a look, letting him know that they knew he was here, and they turned back to what they were doing, helping Ike clean up his toys, that's what it looked like.

He so badly wanted his parents to believe him. They acted like nothing was wrong with him. He felt so alone in this. Kyle was about to go up to his room, when he suddenly got a huge headache. He started to panic, leaning down, holding head tight. He tried to make sure no pictures came to his mind. The only thing he had to do was call for help. "MOM!"

Sheila gasped, and ran over to her son. "Kyle! What's wrong! Kyle!"

"It's happening! It's happening..." He stopped talking, closed his eyes, and passed out on the floor.

"Kyle!"

It was pitch black. There was no sound or anything. But Kyle slowly opened his eyes, and it wasn't dark anymore. He was laying on his belly, and his vison started to clear up. He sat up on his knees, and looked around. It looked like a big bathroom, but it looked pretty lonely and scary. He started to feel a little bit chilly. "Where am I?"

Kyle suddenly thought he heard a soft voice. He gasped, and looked around. He heard the voice again, and kept looking around, when he suddenly looked down at himself and gasped. He was completely naked, and tried to cover himself as if somebody was in the room staring at him.

"DIE...."

"Who's there? Please...who is that?" All of a sudden, he heard the voice talking in a Japanese voice, and he grew confused. Then he felt his head hurt again, and he started to panic.

"Kyle!"

He tried to wake up, but couldn't. He felt he was slowly leaving this vision, but he kept coming back. He looked up and saw a shadow with glowing green eyes staring at him. He started to panic even more.

"Kyle!"

"Ahh!" The shadow came closer.

"Kyle!"

"Ahh!" Kyle opened his eyes, and saw his mother staring at him.

"Kyle!"

He could tell that he was in her arms, still on the floor, and Gerald was with them, and Ike.

Kyle's parents started to get really worried again, and said that if it happened again, they would take him to the hospital.

Kyle was then taking a shower at 5:00 pm, feeling sad and depressed. He felt like life was a horrible horror dream now, and he had no idea how to stop it. All of a sudden, he stopped washing himself, and stared into space. He then saw a scary face, a hand reaching for him. "Ahh!"

Sheila gasped from the living room. "Kyle!" She started for the bathroom.

"Help!"

"Kyle!" Sheila ran into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and pulled her son out of the shower, wrapping him in the towel. "Shh...it's ok, bubbie."

"Mom, it keeps happening. It won't stop."

"Shh...don't worry, everything is going to be ok."

At the hospital

After the doctor did some testing and asking questions to Kyle, and left alone to talk to his parents. "What's wrong with him, doctor?" Sheila asked.

"Well...it's hard to say," he replied.

"What do you mean?" Gerald asked.

"Well...I can't find anything physically wrong with him. His temperature is normal, and there's no virus or anything in his brain."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Well...may I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Sheila replied.

"Does your son happen to be...physic in a way?"

"What?"

"Physic."

"Physic, what do you mean?" Gerald asked.

"Well, it's a simple questions. People can be born physic, and get different types of visions. Sometimes they can feel emotions from other people or such. Is your son physic?"

"Of course not," Sheila answered. "There's no way! He's only a normal child! He can't be physic. There are no signs of it."

"Are you sure?"

"We're pretty sure," Gerald answered.

"Well then...it's hard for me to say this, but...there's nothing I can do. Besides being physic, I can't find anything wrong with him. He's perfectly healthy."

Kyle's parents looked at each other confused and worried. They then looked into Kyle's room, where hey lay in the bed full of sadness. What could they tell him?