<span style="font-style: italic">â€œKaaaatriiiiina!â€</span>A twisted smile crossed her face and the bright light brown eyes took a rather devious look. Any sign of sanity was now distinctly gone. The black top hat seemed to tip all on its own to cover her black bangs that were combed over the right eye.<span style="font-style: italic"> â€œHey guuurrrl, I he-ar ya!â€œ ya'll wanna show sahm neighborly love 'n teyall us what's goin' orn, hun?â€ </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Now, that's no way to speak to a lady young man!!!"</span>Her memory of whatever just happened simply disappeared as this new personality took over. This voice that spoke overly annoyed her because it just sang and sang as if the freaking world wanted to hear a song about a lost love. Whoever it was well went beyond neither understanding or creative thoughts.<span style="font-style: italic">"Where are you my prince? When will you come. I'll wait for you among the filthy and the rotten till you return."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Five minutes until Inspection. Any new inmates are required to be vetted later this week. Please tidy your cells and don't struggle."</span>Aliceâ€™s melodic voice , the voice of madness , of anger, and insanity. In fact, So much so that this hatter seemed suddenly to use her nails against the wall. Desperately clawing the wall as if it too felt the feeling of bitter rage.<br/><br/>â€œ Nevermore, shall be, but shall be the red queenâ€™s trump card.â€ Soon, blood was spilling from her nails as she turned and threw everything in her room in a haze of mad. This, that, there, here didnâ€™t really matter for everything just got scattered. Then her body slammed onto the floor and desperately screamed â€œ Tis a blood red war against the draperies of white.â€ While her hands continued to slam against the cold cell floor.