confessional ;; [p]

we live in a beautiful world...

Private for Laura.

...but even beauty has it's flaws.

Sita hadn't stepped a foot outside her box for over a week now. In fact, after the birth, she had swiftly cleaned up, stumbling and not speaking, her throat twisting until it was incapable of being used by anyone at all. She felt like shite, and rightfully so. Loss was horrible, and she'd lost a child she'd only recently become accustomed to the idea of. She was actually okay with having a child and not having gotten a choice about it - All the lies they'd told her about not being able to get pregnant your first time, it was all bullshit. It was definitely possible to get pregnant your first time, no matter where the moon was and what day of the cycle she was at.

She had a dead baby boy to prove it.

So she withdrew. There was no child laying in her makeshift bed to make it all worthwhile. He would be buried in the fields by now, with Corey's family and with her own. She pulled the covers over herself weakly, her body shaking from the lack of fod. But she felt so sick all the time that she couldn't bring herself to eat anything - or to speak. If she were to speak, she felt she might do one of two things... That is to say, either vomit or snap something important in her vocal box. Not a huge deal, but if she spoke, what would she say?

Especially to Corey.

Sita turned over and fell asleep.