The Piñata Suprise

The Tunnel

My padded feet carried me to a small pool of water, which had collected from rain over the years, from a nearby leak in the concrete. It was deep, and murky, with several pieces of mold floating in it. I looked at myself, and I didn't see a face, but rather a mask. Was it a mask? It looked like the head of a pink and white piñata. It was me, but I refused to believe it. I couldn't be a piñata! I looked down at my hands, or paws, or whatever you call them, and they were... Paws! They were black, with the white-and-pink exterior extending up. I could only rotate the top joint, so I did something closer to jumping around than walking. I had no pupils, nothing to tell the difference. Just blank, white strips of paper strips covered a large amount of my face. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Nothing at all. Not even a motion. I noticed I had 4 legs, 2 more than normal. I wasn't some 4 legged beast before I became this, after all. I also noticed I had no arms, confirming my previous suspicions. I came to a brink of sanity: I was, in fact, a piñata. Do you know how it feels to have your very form revoked? Your very being? It feels like your soul is ripped out, like you've just lost a huge experience. A loss of a huge part of your life, of your very life and soul. Why, do you think, I did what I did next: Run away. I couldn't come back to my house, or else I'd have the police be called on me. I couldn't go back to society, or I'd be murdered. I had to get away for a bit, enough for me to reconcile my new position. But my parents were looking, and so was the rest of the neighborhood. The police, and potentially even the FBI. But, I will inevitably disappear. Gone to the backs of milk cartons and in the obituaries. They'll think me just another victim of a kidnapper. God, what am I? What am I? What am I? This question echoed around my head as I wobbled towards the wilderness. I decided, eventually. I was a piñata.