Murder on File

I never thought I'd end up this way. My life is like anyone else's. I was born. I travel. I work. Sure, not everyone likes me. I have heard a lot about being eco-friendly and conserving resources. Therefore I can see why my job may have become obsolete in some people's eyes. Yet there are always the faithful few who like to do things the way they are used to doing them.
All around me it is dark now. I was brought here against my will and now sit entirely alone on a cold flat surface. Strange noises echo all around me. Clicking and pounding fill my ears. The sounds come from outside my cell, causing my uncertainty and fear to build. Suddenly, the room is filled with light. I can look around me now. The room is like any other-- plain walls, more flat surfaces. Then I see them-- the machines. A giant figure floats into view and does something to the machines. They begin to hum. They sing of my impending doom. It is now that I see that there are others like me in this sterile cell. The great figure carries one of these in its massive claws. Under its influence the larger machine opens glowing jaws. The monster shoves my cellmate into the gaping mechanical mouth and closes the unlucky one inside. I turn quickly away. I cannot bear to see the certain brutal death of that unfortunate being. Another huge creature enters the room carrying another defenseless soul. Its steps pound in my head like quick approaching war drums. The machine next to me harmonizes with the eerie battle cry. The giant crams its victim into the mouth of the death machine. The machine growls menacingly as it chews the victim without remorse. I watch in transfixed horror as the prisoner exits the body of the machine-- in pieces. Such a horrific murder I have never before witnessed. The great cell master stretches its hands toward me. I now know my fate has been sealed. The instrument of my demise is just inches away. As I speedily approach my terrible death my life flashes before my eyes.
I see the great building in which I was born. I, along with many others like me, was sent from that place to other places. I was taken finally to a building where harmless giants made odd scrawlings on my body. Other giants passed me around, gazing at me with critical eyes. I knew I was greatly admired by many of them. Then one day I was placed in a box-like place with others like me. I realize now I had been discarded. The box was carried to this cell and I was placed here to await my execution.
I can feel the angry breath of the machine on my face. Just before I enter I hear a mighty voice say;
"Almost done with the shredder?"
The answer is immediate;
"Yes. This is the last of them."
The last of them. I am the last to die in this awful massacre of used and unwanted paper.