The girl sat on the bed, gazing longingly threw the bars of her cage.  Of her prison.

She had made her choice.

Neive.

Being Lisa had not been fun. Being Lisa had not been easy.  But Lisa Mica was familiar, a person she had been since she was 4.  For 10 years.  For 10 years she had been Lisa, a girl who was meek and obedient and took her beatings quietly.  But now there was a new person stirring inside of her. Neive.  This new girl was fiery and confidant, the kind of girl who would always go down fighting. 

The two personalities were like night and day. Completely different.   But now the girl had chosen.  She would be Neive. She wanted to be the girl with the big brother who cried over her, not the girl with the father who treated her like property.  She wanted, for once in her life, to be loved and cared for. For hugs and kisses instead of kicks and smacks.

"Neive" She whispered, "I'm Neive."

And for the first time since she was 4, she felt whole.

Sorry for the shortness.  Will post more later.  Comment and vote please! See you soon.

-Kay