Piñata's fate.

I have been fearing this day. We all have. Today is party day. The day one of us will die. We all have our families to take care of. We  all need to survive. Alas though, for that is impossible. For each party, one of us must die. Today is no different.
There is a little girl here, celebrating her eigth birthday. Her favorite character is Spider-Man. She looks incredibly disappointed when she learns Spider-Man was sold the day before. The store clerk, Klair, was trying to cheer her up with everything she had. Finally she had an idea. She pointed at the grouping that consisted of me, Snow White, Batman, and Superman. Instantly she brightened up and was shaking her head fervently. She knew exactly what she wanted now.
Klair started towards us and I was praying to every god and diety I knew of. I could not be picked. If I was, it meant certain, inevitable death. The closer the clerk got to me though, I became more and more worried. She reached for Snow White, and I released a breath I did not know I was holding. I was safe. I was to live another day. Wait though, why was the kid on the verge of tears? Whats happening? Klair put down Snow White, and reached to the left a bit more. Snow white was not the target. I realized all too late what that meant. I felt the movement before I saw her hand. Snow White was not picked. I was.
That was this morning. More precisely, seven hours ago. Seven hours of waiting for my sentence. Seven hours of waiting for death. This was too much. What did I do to deserve this? I was innocent. A few more minutes passed by without sound. When the sound of little feet were coming near, I knew what it meant. It was happening now.
I saw them all file in the room. The birthday girl walked forward and waited for her mother to blind fold her. She then picked up the bat and got into a stance. It was at this moment I saw her nametag. Hannah. This little girl was going to beat me to death. Hannah. I now hate her name, and fear it. She starts the windup. I take a deep breath, but nothing could prepare me for magnitude of the pain I would feel as the bat hit me. I felt my sides bend inwards from the sheer force it held. Before I could even catch my breath, I felt another. One after another the hits came. I instantly knew when I could hold no more. I knew I had moments left. I wanted to live for years to come. I know now, that this is my fate. To be beaten by a girl named Hannah. I heard the final windup. I want to say goodbye to my friend Paige, but thats not possible. So instead I wait for the last hit to happen. BAM!
Her lifeless carboard body fell to the ground. The energetic, always happy piñata was now dead. Never to smile, or laugh again. Her wait was over. She had been picked.