Trying to contain himself and speak as best he could, Keith forced words out of his mouth. "Night terror. You. Me. Lies. Pain. Hate. Me. You. Pain. Horror. Spineless. Pathetic. Me. Use. Leash. Why? Pain. Keith was sputtering gibberish as the world went black. He slowly slumped into the chair, tears pouring from his sleeping face freely. He was still trembling, but it wasn't as bad as when he was awake. Keith suddenly began to sleep talk, his internal battle now clear to her as his poured everything out in his dazed, fractured state<br/><br/>"No, daddy, I'm sorry, I won't do it again! Please don't. Mommy, what's wrong? Why did you hit me? It hurts. Stop, please. No, I don't have any lunch money. Please, I can't do your homework, I have my own to do. No, leave me alone. Stop hitting me. Everything hurts. Monsters. Books are safe. Why does everyone hate me? What did I do? What's wrong? Why will no one care about me? I'd do anything. Why did he trip me? Why would she pour water on me? No, don't get yourself in trouble, I wasn't going to tell anyone! I'll get the water bottle. Hide in isle three. What are they talking about? Why are you hitting me? What did I ever do to you? It's so dark, so much blood. Why is she here? Is she going to skin me? Why does she think she's bad. She's so pretty. Water bottle. My arm is broken? No glasses. Spider-Ninja! Study? But she hates me? Of course I'll help her! Study! Party? My life? Tequila. Love. Fighting. Pain. More love. I love her. She's so angry at me! Why can't I ever just do something right? Why can't she see what I see? She's perfect. She hates me. I love her." Keith's words faded and his breathing tried to steady, he was still crying though