Keith was swimming in nightmare. Or was he falling? He could never tell, too much was happening in his night terror. It was horrible, flashes of mutilation and death sprawled out before him, and it just kept going. The feeling of fear was overwhelming, he couldn't breath. Monsters made of darkness attacked him and laughter taunted him. He vomited blood, cried blood, even sweated blood. This was worse than it had ever been, he normally woke up long before it ever got this bad, why wasn't he waking up?<br/><br/>"WAKE UP!! SOMEBODY HELP!!! WAKE UP!!!" He roared into his own mind at just about the same moment that Alex's hand recoiled from his face. A few seconds later his eyes flashed open and he sat bolt upright, clutching his broken arm as he vomited blood. He didn't realize that Alex was there at first, but he had vomited in the other direction. He couldn't believe how much pain he was in. He didn't even know what had happened. Wait, broken arm? He looked at it, and sure enough, it was broken. He could barely see, where were his glasses? Where was he? Keith began to hyperventilate, he was having an anxiety attack. He felt a presence in the room, but he couldn't see who it was. His breath was out of control<br/><br/>"Wh-wh-oa Who's th-e-e-e-ree?!" He asked, trying to speak while unable to breath. His left eye was swollen shut, but his right was open just enough that he could make out a shape, that's when the scent of Alex's perfume came to him. His breathing steadied ever so slightly, but he could feel the cold knives cutting his skin. "Oh, shit, oh, shit, What did I do? Did I go through with the plan? No, she gave me the money. Oh no, did I miss school, so she's here to skin me?!" He was delirious with pain, his thoughts were jumping too fast