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

I try to be happy, really I do. After all, I have the best job in the world. I take a great deal of satisfaction in giving these wingless, featherless creatures the ability to experience life from 15,000 feet in the air. But today is different. Thomas packed me with the utmost care and concern for my well being. That's why I like him. Always looking out for the little guy. Not even five minutes later, his business partner Rupert approached me with a knife. I tried to scream out for help, but no one could hear me. He cut two big slits through my beautiful red canopy before packing me back into my nylon cocoon. When Thomas came back to get me, he put me onto his shoulders, clipped the buckles, and tightened down the straps. I tried again to scream, to give him some kind of warning but alas, the great gods of the sky never thought to give me a mouth. There was nothing I could have done. After Thomas leapt from the plane, his giddiness turned to horror when he pulled the rip cord, expecting to slow to a nice glide over the landing zone. Instead, he and I hit the ground still traveling at 120 miles an hour.
