Feeling Sorry for Myself

She was resting in her den, the day overcast which seemed to match her mood. She wasn't very happy right now, and in fact felt really depressed. The bandages on her face would have to be changed again soon, but she didn't quite feel like she had the energy to want to do that right now. She curled in on herself both for warmth and comfort. She wished she hadn't been so clumsy during that fire. Wished she had been as brave as her brothers and everyone else when it came. She had panicked, and her lack of bravery when she needed to be brave the most had cost her so much. That's how she felt. Because she had been so frightened of the fire, she had to live with the scars. It had only been a couple of nights since she looked at herself for the first time, her eyes hurt from all the crying she had done but she didn't have the energy to conjure up more tears. She lay there, exhausted, beaten, and broken from her emotional ordeal. She wanted to keep crying, but no more tears would come out. Sighing, she stared out at the gloomy sky, hoping she'd get tired enough to fall asleep and just sleep the day away again.