I was made in the United States, in Western Missouri. I am about nine millimeters in size, or at-least that's what my creators keep saying about me.
I was kept in a tightly secured metallic box for what I assumed to be weeks before I felt it being picked up and placed into some kind of vehicle.
I rocked back and forth inside of the metal box, locked in with many other like me, all of them about my size.
When the vehicle stopped, I was taken out of the box.
Me and about nineteen others like me were placed into a small cardboard box with an eagle and some kind of flag with stars and red-white stripes drawn on it.
Then I remained in the smaller box for quite a while, though not as long as I was kept in the larger metallic box.
Suddenly I overheard someone discussing a purchase, a purchase of me and the nineteen others like me inside of the small box. I was excited. I was finally getting an owner.
I felt the small box get picked up and placed into a pocket, before the sound of an engine was heard once more.
When the engine stopped, I felt the box being picked up once more before it was put down. The cover slid open, and there I saw my owner! I was excited! He looked like a slightly older man, but...
There was something off about him. Was he crying? I couldn't tell. He then picked me up with his index finger and thumb, before I felt myself being slid into a metallic box once more.
But this was a weird box; it was very small, tall, but not very wide. The top of the box still had an opening, before darkness consumed me.
While in the box, I met somebody new! Their name was 'Glock'.
What an odd name, it rhymed with clock! Suddenly I heard Glock made a very strange, sharp sound, like some kind of piece of metal being adjusted into the right place.
Then I heard my owner crying. Glock and I were confused.
Suddenly, Glock released a very, very loud shout, sounding almost like an explosion. I was scared, around that time I could feel myself flying out of Glock...
Before I had stopped in another dark place...It was warm, and very, very wet.
I then heard Glock fall on the floor...And as I sat in the strange, wet place, I heard sirens in the distance.
(Story inspired by Akani's 'Hitchiker', where he challenged himself to write a story from an object's POV. Give it a read here: https://www.reddit.