I sat there in that dark closet for what seemed forever. I sat there, not knowing what would happen to me next. One thing I do know is that I am no longer trusted by my fellow irkens because I killed the Almighty Tallest, causing them to explode silently. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. I clicked it open silently and unsteadily rolled up my blood- stained sleeve. I could see, even with the dim light, the layers and layers of scars covering my wrist. Having done this so many times, the blade of the knife is STAINED with my blood.I don?t feel the pain anymore. Come to think of it, I don?t feel anything anymore, only the constant worry of being murdered by the armada. My name is Thorn, and my life is seconds away from ending.