• Crazy. Are there more words for it? Maybe insane, cuckoo, or maybe even mad as a hatter. And this precise word can happen from many things. Maybe from a breakup, from losing someone, or maybe you were born like that. But has it ever considered to you that you can do so much negative things to yourself?

    Well let me put it to you this way-I am very insane. Before that, I was as calm as a cherry blossom petal, drifting on the arms of the wind. But, let me tell you how that has been blindly snatched from me, and replaced with this madness that I am embedded to,the madness the ended my own life.

    It all began and ended in the same place it came to me - Carla Benton’s Sowing Wonderland, the shop my grandmother Carla owned. The place was closed for the day, and I was forced to stay back and clean up the wretched place.

    The only sounds that were being made in the place was the stepping of my feet, the sweeping of the broom,the squeaking of the floor, and the ticking of the clock. Yarn and buttons laid everywhere, and you could hear the rolling of the buttons as I swept them into a cluster.

    Darkness enveloped around most of the bottom floor, but other than that the only light I had to see stuff was the swaying lantern at the top and a flashlight, which is very hard to handle while sweeping.

    That’s when I heard it: the giggling of a young child. It sounded feminine, but I couldn't be too sure. The giggling kept pressing on, but I simply ignored it, or tried to. Finally, I put my broom aside and asked aloud, “Who’s here? Did somebody get left behind?” The giggling stopped as I soon asked that question, still echoing the somewhat empty shop. Something was not right. I wanted to figure it out, but at the same time, I wanted to leave as quickly as possible from this creepy place. Do you really think it’s easy to stay behind and clean up? I simply picked up the broom I put aside and continued with my duty, sweeping faster than I did earlier.

    It was then that I heard the sound of laughter again. The same, feminine laughter. Except it was a little deeper. Too deep for a regular female, if I must say. I put my broom aside once again, letting it fall to the floor on accident, the sound of it meeting with the ground echoed the place. I looked around the very dim room, but now person came into view of my naked eye.

    “Somethings up,” I said quietly, referring to myself as the other person to speak to,”and i’m going to find out what.” Turning on the flashlight I had in my cold, silky hands, I let the lambent view my way out of the dim emporium. Once again,as before, nobody came into view, and nothing went out of it. Gritting my teeth, I started walking around.

    What I didn't notice, compared to what I saw in the daytime, was how lifeless the dolls and stuffed puppet that were lying around were. It was almost as if they saw something to gruesome to even stare at for at least a minute. Pretty scary, even at dusk.

    Suddenly, my flashlights lambent started fading, and the lantern I had on was cold and wouldn't be lighted. “Damn, i’m about to lose battery with this old thing!” I said harshly under my breath. It was true. The flashlight I was holding was prehistoric, made in 1906. After moments of walking around, the flashlights lambent faded away completely, meeting me with the dim darkness of the emporium, with very little light from the lanterns outside.

    The laughing returned. I looked around to see if I could find it, but the source of this crazy laughter would not reveal itself. It got louder and the laughing multiplied. It filled my head with nasty thoughts and the laughing of many others, while it broke few of the windows and the lantern. “Stop...Stop!” I screamed, letting my hands fly to my head, holding it, and shaking my head to get the laughter out. Nothing. All my thoughts went completely blank, and negative emotions flooded through my body until I felt like I was nothing.

    Suddenly I heard the stretching of rubber in my neck. Blood came spurting from my nose, mouth, even the sockets of my eyes. Then, the sound of a branch came, and it happened so quickly. My eyes were voided with darkness, crying the darkest, reddest blood you could of ever seen. My mouth was open, my jaw was snapped, and my face was covered with blood. I looked like a banshee watching her own family and friends melt before her.

    My hands were replaced with long, blood covered claws, and my hair covered my face in scatters. Many split ends were covering my head, and stab wounds and bruises were bound all over my poor pale body. I was turned into a monster. And not just a monster; a puppet. I found myself walking slowly to the counter where Carla enclosed the needles and buttons to create creations of toys and spectacular dolls. But to my consciousness, it was something else; something new, and something I deeply regretted.

    I pulled open the small door with a slam, and it broke, scattering buttons and needles everywhere. I was trying to force myself to not climb into the needle pit, but my own body didn’t respond to this command. It climbed over the small shelf, and stepped my own foot into the pit of sharp needles. Immediately a blaring howl was emitted throughout the emporium, as the needles scattered across the floor impaled into my poor foot, leaving it numb and immovable. My eyes spurted out more dark blood, covering my pale face and dripping all over my hands and clothing. Another foot stepped in; the same reaction. The dying howl that filled the air. It damaged my body very effectively, but my own body did not even seem to care. It endured the damage. Soon I found myself kneeling down and grabbing one of the needles, as many others were impaling me, and a handful of buttons. Finally, my body reached over and got three spools of string. What was the fiend in my own body planning to do.

    After a moment, the needle that was uplifted met with my skin, linking the thread and buttons to my body, and leaving small blots of blood, sometimes the needle even stabbed right through my arteries. I let out screams of pain and fear. What did I do to deserve this damned punishment? After moments, my whole body was splattered with blood and buttons, and a button was currently being sown into one of my own eye sockets. So this is it, i’m just a puppet to a mysterious force, a useless doll used for decorating? Is that it?

    Buttons and blood now covered my whole powerless body, as well as filling my own eye sockets, which leaked with blood from the four holes of the buttons. I was put through a horrid punishment. As I took my last breaths into the emporium, I let out a weakened response to this whole situation before passing into the next life,

    “I didn’t deserve this, at all.” I whispered weakly, as the final breath held so tightly into my body left me lifeless and limp for eternal life.