The author is ashleighbuono
"I can't control myself, I need help. Please you must know someone like me." I pleaded to the librarian of the old book store hoping he would yield answers for me today.
"The only thing I can think of is finding your maker." He told me with and exasperated sigh.
"What's a maker?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked me in the eye for the last time.
"It is the one who made you who you are today." I held my non-existent breath, I needed to meet my maker.