I feel hollow.
I am not in my own bed.

A sheet sticks to me when I wake up, my own blood sticks me to the sheet.

There had been a fight.

Still cannot recall the exact details. I am certain it was not my fault. I am certain she was not human. I am certain of the scar this cut will leave, not unlike the last few. Why do they target me? What have I done? When will they realize I won't back down? Where do they come from?

The sky.

I remember now.
They come from the sky.