The Return of Her

Birthing

     A small child who went by the name of Brianna sat in her school counselor's room. She was late for school as usual. She also happened to of had a mental breakdown in class for the third day that week. Her school didn't know what to do.

     "Brianna... This needs to stop. We have to find a way for you to get better." Their words went in one ear and out the next. Brianna was in her own pitiful world. The counselor sighed realizing that wasn't going to work. "Alright.. I want you to draw a picture of your problems to me."

     The girl began to draw. She drew herself, with lines. The lines connected to the abuse. The bullying. The divorce. The anxiety. The teacher watched as she drew. The words and drawings circled in the girls mind. When she finished, there was an entire page filled with words and issues. "Good... Now give it a name," Brianna looked at her paper and tried not to cry. She pointed to the misshapen version of herself in the corner.

     "Roxanne.. Her name is, Roxanne."
    
     Young Brianna had no idea what she had done. In the darkness of the room, an exact twin to her appeared. No one could see her yet... 

     Roxanne had been born.