She awoke in a hall. She looked down the hall and saw many largely small doors. She stared quizzically at them. "Hello ma'am can I help you" said a loud timid voice. She turned around and saw a little girl who had to be no more than five. "My names Alice whats yours" the girl said as she stuck her hand out. The other girl looked at her questioning her motive. Was it the Jester or was it really some innocent girl? She accepted the latter and stuck out her hand and grabbed the coldly warm hand. "Pleased to meet you Diane" said the girl. Shock smacked the other girl in the face or now known as Diane. How did she know my name I haven't said a word to anyone. "Come with me ill take you to your room" said the little girl as she pulled Diane up with such ferocity. "I understand your here for cutting so am I" said the girl as she led Diane down the hall. "Cutting" Diane thought. "Ive never cut in my life" she said. Alice looked at her "So you can talk" she said as she lead her farther down the hall and then turned left. "We all try forgetting but we never can it always comes back to kill us". "My parents beat me and my dad raped me when I was 4 so i started early you might say". They turned a corner in to a open doorway and into a small concrete closure. "Welcome to your room" said Alice. "Its not much but when your sick like we are you don't need luxuries just a razor". After that comment Alice giggled and left the room. "Hope you get better" she said and she left closing the unseen door. Diane looked around. Nothing but Grey walls. She looked down at the floor if there was one. Nothing was the floor. She stared deeper into the chaos and say a pool of blood. A body was there. It was he r's. She looked away and stared once again at the wall. In a corner there was a razor. "To live one must die" said a voice from nowhere. Suddenly the Jester appeared. "Words I would head my sweet" he said as he moved closer to Diane. "Fuck you" she said as she stepped back. "She you back away just like a woman should". He stopped. "Woman is of the kitchen and should always serve the man it any aspect of his life". She said nothing knowing well that he'd hit her again. She didn't want that. "Now my trusty little slut heed my words and heed them well". He popped up near her face. "Don t fuck with me cause I'm your only way out". As he said that he disappeared into nothing. "She looked towards the razor. What a sick little game he played. She picked it up and as she touched it memories of nothing came back. Her husband and son. They were in a car. The dad obviously drunk. The boy screaming for him to slow down. The dad hitting him. The lights flashing. The blood splattering from the punches. The car crash. The explosion. It all hit her. She began to cry. The razor came closer to her skin and then pierced. A rush of some drug like trance hit her. She began to cut. Deeper and deeper the blade went. Blood flowing out. Constantly and never stopping or at least not looking like it was. She began to laugh. It started like a giggle but soon slowed down to a frantic fit. She couldn't stop it felt so damn good. She kept going blood like a pool flowing onto the floor. Finally she was at her neck. She giggled as she slit her throat. She fell to the floor. She had never felt so good in her life. She began to black out and the last image was Alice. "Good luck" and black took over.