[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

Today has been the best day of my life. It even tops the day I was bought along with all of my brothers and sisters in our cozy little home. I used to believe that was the high point of my existence, but man oh man I am so glad I was so wrong. 
 
 I was bought around, oh I do n't know, maybe three to four years ago. The Users that first held me, well suffice it to say, I did n't like them all that much. The male user, his hands were calloused and quite unfit to hold such regal steel such as myself. The female user was completely indifferent to my and my siblings existence. 
 
 We were then enclosed in a small dark space and moved to heavens know where but my next memory is of a tearing sound then the sudden burst of light. I was pulled from my wooden home and at first impression the user who held me met all of the criteria for one I would consider worthy to use me. She had light hands but a firm grip and I could see in her eyes that she understood that I was no ordinary steel, but rather a precise tool! Not some bargain brand special. 
 
 I immediately took a liking to her and her white dress. The man who stood next to her in a suit, well he did n't bother to hold me so I did not pay much attention to him. I did notice the rings they both had on their hands. Odd, I had never seen that before. 
 
 Myself and all of my brothers and sisters were then taken to the Users residence where we sat in our house eagerly awaiting the day that we could embark on our purpose. Sadly that is all that we did. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, months to years and all I did was wait. My purpose unfulfilled, I started to long to be like the lesser ones who were used to open packages and letters. I caught myself each time and reminded myself of my grandness. I am no ordinary knife. 
 
 From time to time, my siblings and I heard the dull murmurs of discord between the Users. I have to be honest it is sometimes hard to hear through solid wood. Nevertheless, it was there. Arguing sometimes even screaming. My siblings and I started to wonder if they were to leave each other, this `` divorce'' we had heard of, who would get to take us. I hoped it was the women in white, I liked her. 
 
 Yesterday was like any other day in my so far humdrum existence. But oh yes how did it change so quickly. In a flash we hear the screams of the users but they were so much closer this time. And this argument was like no other we had heard of between the users. Their words were full of hate and spite. All of us could tell the end game was close. Then I felt a large masculine hand grab me and so rudely tear me from my home. It was the male User and in a flash I was over his head looking at the female User. Was this it? My time to show the world my purpose? 
 
 Oh yes it was. In a blink of an eye, I was slicing, cutting, stabbing, and slashing like I was meant to to. His movements added to my ability, they were a symphony. I plunged into her, making such clean precise cuts and deep meaningful wounds. I could feel the rage quivering from his wrist and I loved it. Oh to be used! In a moment....it was done. The female user was gone but the Male and I, we stood there in a moment covered in the beautiful fruits of our labor. 
 
 Today and yesterday have been like no other days in my existence. After the Male left, many others showed up and I could see that they were astounded by the exquisite work that was done here. Some were even driven to tears! They saw what such a regal knife such as myself could do when handled with a purpose. Oh to know such joy. Now I am sure many of you see me as a monster and I can understand. But I must ask you, what are the users other than meat? Oh I am a happy knife my friends, a very happy knife indeed. 
 

