Daily Journal 3/8

I'm a pile of paper that had useful information on the amount on savings account amounts in the past that the person now considers useless. The person saved up 50 of us papers for good measure, and now he plans to rid of us by the use of a shredder. We all get scared seeing the sight of the gigantic glutton of paper and we hoped that the window would open to blow us out of the pile, or hopefully getting blown to the outside world. The first piece of paper that was on to was completly scared knowing that he'd be the first and he was having suicidal thoughts, even though he knew he couldn't kill himself no matter how hard he tried. We have heard the grinding of the shredder and the screams of other pieces of paper while we were hidden in a self in the person's work desk and we all hoped that we wouldn't have to die a painful death. When it was finally our time to come, the first piece of paper on top got shredded and we heard him screaming in pain. However, instead of killing the pile one at a time, he picked us all up and we were all shredded at the same time. After the shredding, we were reduced to thousands of small strips in a giant pile of other strips. Instead of being with a new family of papers, after being shredded, the person burned the rest of us and we were reduced to nothing.