A pinata dies at a child's party.

My day started off great at the back of a Party City, naive as to what happens when someone buys you. I now lay in a dirty trash bag off to somewhere unknown that the two men shouting from either side of the trash truck call a landfill. Before I was purchased I sat on a shelf my whole life waiting to be bought like my fellow pinatas. I now regret ever wanting to leave that safe place where this woman and her child bought me.
When I arrived at their house that was covered in pink balloons, streamers, and all sorts of  Hello Kitty decorations, I was immediately hung up on to the ceiling of their living room. As I slowly span around in circles hanging from a piece of rope, I watched as the mother frantically set up for the party. I realized it was an eighth birthday party for Leighann as I read the huge sign plastered on the wall.
“Hurry up Leighann, and go put on your party dress! Your friends are going to start arriving soon.” the mother shouted to her child who was running around the house.
“Okay mom, but when is dad going to get here? He said he was going to buy me a tiara and ice cream cake.” Leighann yelled frustratedly while running up the stairs to go get dressed.
Minutes later, the father runs in with a cake nearly dropping it and tons of other plastic bags. The mother and father start bickering about how late he was and how he didn’t help set up until Leighann ran down hearing her father's voice.
“Daddy! Did you get the stuff for my party?” Leighann shouted very happily to her father.
“Yes, I did sweetie. I even remembered to get the stick and blindfold for your pinata,” he told her as he handed her the rainbow confetti covered stick and blindfold, both matching my skin.
I wondered why those would be for me, not knowing that later on, those would be the death of me.
The doorbell constantly kept ringing, more and more children entering every time. The party continued with the kids running around the house and making a mess. The children seemed very excited and intrigued by me, two kids stood underneath me and talked about hitting me open.
“I can’t wait until we get to hit it open and get some candy.” one boy yelled excitedly.
“Me too, I bet my hit will be the one that opens it up. I’m gonna be the first one there underneath it and get all the candy.” the other boy gushed.
I started to get concerned, I was so confused I thought they put me up here as decoration to admire my beauty. I didn’t know what to do, but soon after the mother told all the children to gather around me. The mother got all of the children to stand in a line to get ready to start hitting me. Leighann was up first, her mother put the blindfold on her face and handed her the stick. I panicked when Leighann started swinging and felt so relieved when she missed me multiple times. The many other children attempted to hit me and they all missed until an older child walked up to me. The child was much taller and looked older than the rest of them.With a forceful hit that pained me so much, my stomach cracked open. I watched as my guts fell out and all the children ran happily to go collect the sweets that came out of me. I then saw them disgustingly shove the candy into their mouths, not knowing why they were eating my insides.
I hung there for the rest of the night until everyone left and the father pulled me down and stuffed me into a trash bag. Piles of trash were thrown in with me and then I was taken out of the house into a trash bin. I laid in there feeling empty and hopeless awaiting my death, not knowing why I was still feeling that much pain. I heard a loud truck come and someone pick up the bag I was in and I was thrown into the back of the truck.
The two men talked as they continued to throw in other bags of trash into the truck that was on this street. I could just barely make out what they were saying over the loud noises the truck made and the crushing noise I could hear above me increasingly getting louder.
“Are we taking this load of trash to the landfill tonight?” one of the men asked from one side of the truck.
“Yeah, and we’re starting to overflow. The boss said we have to turn on the burners tonight.” the other man shouted on the other side.
I then realized that the crushing noise was the truck crushing the trash and I was inching closer to it. I had come to terms with dying at this point, I would either be crushed or burned to death.
The terrible day that I had just reflected upon started off great with me not knowing what was going to happen. I felt excited about the party and felt special in the middle of the living room being the center of attention hanging from the ceiling. I now wish I had never been purchased and regret ever wanting to leave the safe Party City. I was now about to die because of the unfair, abusive treatment of the humans who had fun torturing me for a game.