A/N: I wrote this story on a notebook like a month ago, but, I thought it sucked so I didn't posted it on Fan Fiction, but I did.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park; never will and never want to... because I like Trey and Matt's ideas and mine would mess up the show:)

Help Me

Prologue:

I held my knees together; hearing her voice, her childish voice. I dug my fingernails into my skin. "Go... away." I whispered weakly. My eyes tightly shut, imagining she's go away.

"No," I heard her say, "I need you..." Her voice began to fade, but I still kept my eyes shut.

Suddenly the rooms' temperature began to rise back to normal, making me shiver in goose-bumps. I wrapped my arms around myself; trying to ignore the smell of blood and pain of my arms.

"Kyle?" A voice that seemed muffled questioned, "Guys! I found him!" That voice seemed familiar... Kenny?

I than felt warm arms around me. "He's shaking! Kenny give me your parka!"

'Stan... that's Stan right...?' I asked myself. I felt... I guess Kenny's parka around me. I was a little disappointed, why not his... maybe he didn't want my blood on it. But than I realized that he didn't had his on; his body heat warmed me. "Ky... open your eyes please." The sound of his voice cracked, making me feel guilty.

I opened one eye to see all of my friends- even Cartman. "You dumb, Jew," He muttered. Butters besides him, held onto Kenny, who looked at me sadly.

Wendy, Bebe, Red, Tweek, Craig- and mostly everyone gave me pity looks. Confused, I turned to Stan to see his face inches from mine; tears running down his face. I wonder why?

"Why?" He gave me a sad look.

I frowned, 'Why what?' "Huh?" I barley whispered.

"Why would you want to kill yourself!" He blurted out, glaring at me.

'What! What did he mean that I wanted to kill myself!'

"Stan, Wha-"

"No Ky, you wanted to commit suicide!" He cried out, roughly grabbing my arms that had long cuts and bruises on them. I don't even remember this. "I-I don't... remember this," I stammered, "I bet it was her!" Oh God- I'm being abused by a ghost!

"Who?" Everyone seemed confused.

Should I say it? They'll think I'm insane! They'll take me to a mental institution and... Stan would abandon me as his Super Best Friend. ... But maybe he'll believe me... right?

It's not like he doesn't believe in ghost; My brother Ike was seeing dead celebrities when he was three.

"The girl did it!" I blurted out without thinking. What the hell Kyle! I scowled myself.

"Who's the... girl, Kyle?" Stan held me closer; he felt so warm.

"G-ghost!" I yelled. God! Can't I keep my mouth shut?

"Ghost?" Cartman looked at me oddly, "Kahl is that you excuse? 'Cause it's a stupid one."

Oh, no... they didn't believed me.

I looked up to see Stan standing up; his warmth leaving me. He looked at me sadly; shaking his head he walked out of my bedrooms' door.

'He left me...'

I then felt numb- I was swallowed in darkness.

Beep... Beep... Beep

Ugh... I'm not ready to go to school... wait.

Stan didn't abandon me- It was just a horrible nightmare! No one knows of the girl, and I won't plan on telling them.

Maybe the nightmare was a warning; if I tell them- I'm going to be treated badly by my friends, well... they're not going to be my friends.

Ha, I know what they'll call me... The Crazed Jew.

Suddenly my my whole body was in pain when I tried to move. What the hell?

I jolted up, my body burning in so much pain! Oh God, it wasn't a dream. This wasn't my room! I was in... in a hospital! My face turned to horror; They probably told my parents! Ugh! Why destroy my life... Now I sound like Tweek.

"Kyle!" I jumped, startled. My eyes instantly landed on a tired looking Stan. Hurt at what he did I glared at him.

He looked guilty... 'Good. The asshole deserved it.' I thought bitterly.

"I- I believe you..."

'What?'

"W-what?" That caught me off guard.

Green eyes met blue; I wanted to see if he was telling the truth, if he'll suddenly yell 'I can't believe you fell for that; you'll think I'll believe you? You must be really insane.' But I saw no hint of humor or anything like that... just guilt and sadness.

"T-then why did-"

"Why did I leave?" He finished for me.

I nodded. He sigh, sitting on the bed, by my feet. "Ky, I-I just broke down... okay? I fear that someone would take over your body; just like Ike." A small tear drop ran down his face. I leaned forward a whipped it off. "I didn't want you to see me cry, but Kenny confronted me." He continued. "Dude, I can't lose you and I'm sorry for thinking you were trying to kill yourself."

He threw his arms around me, making me flinch a little from the pain."..." I was speechless. "You're my Super Best Friend- I don't want to lose you." He cried.

I rubbed his back, forming tears myself. I barley cry, but I hate it when Stan cries- it makes my heart break.

While his head was buried on my neck, something blurry was on my line of sight. I blinked.

That dress... It was her.

A/N: So... that's the prologue. What do you think? If you want you can review, that'll make me happy. If not it's alright. Sorry if I make any mistakes, like I said I pretty much suck, but I write so people can read and enjoy my ideas~ Shirbells Style.