Bleeding Out?

I'm sitting up against a tree in the middle of nowhere. I'm still wearing my dress; it's soaked from the rain. I don't know what happened to my shoes. I can't feel my toes anymore. I don't even have the light my eyes cast to see by, because they haven't begun to glow again since I had my surgery. And I've tried. I could cast something, but I can't waste my resources on that. So I'm writing in the dark, on damp paper, with a pen that was snapped in half. I'm not even sure the ink is sticking to the page. Why am I even writing right now? I should be trying to get home. But I can't. I need to sit. I need to think.
Why is it me? I can remember being little, and this happening. I remember that Llilith didn't believe me at first. She thought I just had a vivid imagination. Until one day I was able to prove it. They way I did.. I wish it hadn't been like that. I wish.. I barely even remember it now, except the boy. I can't remember what he looked like when he was alive. But I remember him, lying on the ground, the blood...
She believed me then. She told me not to tell people. That I could get in trouble. I wasn't sure why. But now I know. She was protecting me. "Getting in trouble" is putting it lightly. Back then... Things weren't the same. I say this like I'm so old. It's amazing how things change, though. Look at the elves, working with trolls and orcs. Humans and space goats..
Space goats? What am I rambling about? I need to get home, Tomah.. Damn, he won't be home. He'll be looking for me. I need to stay put. I need to let him sniff me out. It shouldn't be that hard. It isn't like this is the first time he's had to do it.