It had been about a month since I landed in Hell, and I can only tell you one thing. I hate it here! Its miserable! Besides everyone in the hotel. Husk will make me vodka instead of water and, not tell Alastor for me! (I died at the age of 19, so I'm not of age to drink.) Niffity is an absolute doll, I love her so much, she's like a little sister to me. Vaggie still hates me, but I like her, as I would do the same if Angelica were Charlie, and I, Vaggie. Charlie is like, my favorite person ever. Angel is the best for partying or laughing with. (I've always loved dancing, and Angel will take me out to the club's and get drunk with me as we party.) Alastor is still my favorite (and only) brother ever, he disapproves of my drinking habits though, but its not like its bad! I'm just enjoying a little sin before I can't sin anymore! I was getting liquored up at the bar with Angel beside me drinking, Vaggie and Charlie were talking, Husk was fixing himself booze, and Niffity was being her usual self. Then, Alastor slipped a knife into my hands, and I grinned wildly. I spread out my fingers, and started to sing, while slamming the knife beside my pinky finger, "Ooohh I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop! If I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off, and if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out, but all same we play this game 'cause that's what its all about!". I looked up, and everyone looked mortified. "What? I was only playing the game me and Alastor played when I was 7!". They all then looked as though I had just announced my own death. "If you were 7, he'd be 20, that's fucked up." Angel said, looking disgusted. "No no! Seriously guys, its just the knife game!" I spread out my fingers, prepared to play again, "Ooohh I have all my fingers-" I started to sing, when Angel snatched the knife away from me. I shot him a glare, and he rolled his eyes at me. Alastor seemed amused, which was kinda weird, but he's my big brother, I'm not gonna question anything!

I was banned from all knives after that. I was royally pissed off. Alastor assured me, (In a of everyone) that they just didn't want me to loose the other bit of my pinky, which caused a small uproar. Yes, I lost the end of my pinky, I still don't have it in death, but its okay.

I was in the lobby with everyone reading a book when I came to the realization. Alastor's a serial killer, he played a game with me that could have removed all my fingers, he even got half my pinky, and probably doesn't care. My father doesn't care about me, Hell, he killed me! My mother probably stopped caring about me the second my wings turned black. My own brother doesn't care about me. Anger coursed through me, and I knew I was about to snap, and I stormed out the hotel.

So I don't remember how or why I'm dancing on a stage at the club in really skimpy clothes. Just that I was so drunk I didn't care. I heard the music stop, and everyone was cheering. These people care about me! FUCK EVERYONE ELSE. I was so drunk, I didn't realize after I got down the stage, Angel was wrapping his jacket around me to cover up my lingerie, and we were walking out of the club. He sat me down on a rock and looked at me with disappointment. "What?" "What! WHAT WERE YOU DOING!" He yelled. I felt myself start to break down and cry, he wrapped his arms around me. "Okay, what did you take?" "Uhm, a ton of beer, and I think some weed?" "Okay, good, no hard drugs." he said, in deep thought. "Care to explain this mess?". "I realized how much no one cares about me, Alastor fucking tried to cut all my fingers off! My own dad killed me!" My voice sounded like static at a few points, but I don't care. "Fuck family, I ain't got a nice one myself. Don't through your life away because of 'em, toots." He helped me up from the rock I was sitting on. "Wait, how did I through my life away?" He mumbled something, and walked back to the hotel in silence.

AUTHORS NOTE: Yes, I am aware the knife game is not from Alastor's time.