Rating: T
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
"Shishou… Shishou… what is wrong Shishou? Why is the pineapple haired fairy moping?" She heard from behind her closed and locked door, but she refused to answer as she sat in the corner of her room, her knees pulled to her chest, her expression blank.
It has happened again, none of the others could tell, because she never got that big. A bad case of the stomach flu is what they thought. But none knew that she went through the pain again, her body had convinced and then merciless rejected and killed the life that was developing inside her.
The pain of misscarriage was nothing compared to the emotional and mental pain she was putting herself through. Though the blood was cleaned up, she could still see it in her mind. The blood. The blood that was once her child, now nothing. She couldn't help the tear that trickled down her cheek, as she curled herself in on her knees.
Mukuro could hear the jiggling of the door knob as they tried to get in, but she had locked in illusions. She just needed to be alone, she needed to get ahold of herself. The blunette had to be strong and not let her family know, how much she loathed herself.