What Happened to me?

by blackgirlname

Production may have been sky high, his business may have been biggering and biggering. But as for the Once-ler, he was doing the exact opposite. What will happen as this young business man goes through a mental illness?

This is just a lil snipit of what will be coming later on. I do not own any of said characters in story.

As I sit here recollecting my past, I stare off into what is now a complete wasteland, no thanks to me. I gaze up into the smog covered sky. The sparkling white snow falls onto dying Grickle-grass. The thick black schlop freezing humming fish within itself. I look down at my needles and yarn, the thing I loved to do most, now nothing to me. "Why?" I think to myself. "What ever happened to the joy that filled my heart." I play with my freshly sharpened knife between my fingers. The blade grazing my flesh as it glides between them.

I used to love winter as a child. Catching the frozen snowflakes on my tongue, the melted bodies running down my throat. It was a great feeling. The days went by fast due to no school. We've always had rough, snow covered winter here. A hassle for adults, great for children. Even into my teen years and early adulthood, I had enjoyed the colder seasons. But everything changed eight years ago, a year after I started my business.