The Piñata Suprise

The City

Once I had reached the treeline, I had reasoned this: If I live in the wilderness, is that a life at all? Better to be in the city than the wilderness. Better to die in a blaze of glory than to die alone. So, I turned back to the houses. Wobbling slowly to a nearby house I knew had some people. So I could do... what, I don't know. So I could make sure I didn't starve? So I could get back to normal? So I could... exist? Just normally? Become a member of society? What I thought doesn't matter. It just matters that I went to the house. I don't remember the address, anymore. But I just know I went there. One of my friends from the party was there, good old Timmy. A lot of my friends were named Timmy. I don't remember why. I went to his house, and knocked on his door. He answered, and froze. Not from fear, or distress, but just... froze. I felt my limbs moving, and watched them hit him, again, and again, and again. And I had to watch. I had to watch my own limbs murder my friend. His eyes were still moving. Still aware. Once again, I had something revoked from me. My free will to not murder my friends. His chest burst, and instead of organs, candy fell out. Little pieces of unmarked candy. Then, he fell to the ground. Dead. A huge pile of candy at his feet, looking just like The one I ate. The one that made me this way. My limbs stopped moving of their own accord, and I stood still as water on a lake. I had just killed my best friend. No time to think. I had to get out, now. I ran into the city center, towards First Street. People were confused as a piñata ran past them, bouncing along the way, but I had to go. I had to run. It wasn't fast, but I eventually made my way to First Street. I tried screaming for help, but nothing came out. Nothing. People were still confused. I ran into my own house, and, luckily, I was an only child. I ran in, the door was unlocked, because my parents always leave it unlocked, and I locked myself in my room. I had to reconcile this. I had to bring my old form back, and I had to make sure I wasn't a piñata anymore. I jumped onto my bed, and looked in my mirror. I saw a pink and white piñata, with odd eyes, and no Jaw. That was now me. Me. Me. The form in the mirror was me. I had to get back to being a human! I turned on a TV, and there was breaking news: A little boy was found dead with a huge pile of candy out of him. His organs were hollowed out, and he had several bludgeons to the chest. They said whomever killed him must have been very angry. I wasn't angry, though! I feel remorse! It was me, but it wasn't! I'm innocent! I'm a piñata! The news is saying that the candy is poisonous, with it causing cardiac arrest in those who consume it. What? I didn't mean for that to happen! I didn't want any of this! What is happening!