39 years ago, two people got married. Margret and Harold. These two were inseparable and loved each other with all their hearts, until that faithful day, the drive back home, the car crash. It was raining a storm outside on the highway riding back from they the church they married in. They were cruising down untill a truck driver, who was half asleep, was on the wrong side of the road. Then hell broke loose. The car was completely crushed in the front and they tumbled over and over into the dirt and grass off the road. Margret was lucky enough to only have a severe scar running up her left eye and down to her hip from the sharp metal torn inside of her. Her husband wasn't lucky. His entire bottom half of his body was crushed, bones broken and blood draining. He was still concsious and knew he was going to pass soon and gave his lover a last kiss goodbye. He bled out from his injuries before an ambulance could get to them. When Margret was awake and in the hospital, she heard the news. She spiraled down into a deep depression and refused to believe that her husband was dead so she escaped the hospital and ran off. She ended up in a scrapyard to where the broken car was taken. Shes been there ever since looking for her husband, and taking leftover parts of the wreaked car and putting them on herself for clothing. The manager at the scrapyard has tried to get her out of his place for a short while but decided to let her stay because of pity twoard her. Margret to this day is still trying to find her husband in the car that they crashed in together and won't stop until she dies. She's drivin herself mad to the point where local children conceder her a witch because of the way she acts when people touch her scraps, thinking that they're trying to take her husband from her... Soo yeah sad stuff, leave a diamond for Margret, or the Scrap Witch, for her husband and her sanity.