my friends story

CrYoZiiK: here goes nothing..
a family trip... ughh.. i hate those guys
it was said by the little kid name mark..
mark.. was an interesting little boy
he had some... peculiar hobbies
at first he liked torturing little animals.. helpless animals
they got him to a doctor.. but that never seemed like it helped him
HEY ! dont say that !
said elizabeth
his mother.. was a really kind woman
she was loving.. and caring.. and she was what kept this family standing
from her husband's drinking problem
to the death of her older son
"we havent visited them in a long time.. you should be excited" said elizabeth
"but.. they're really old and boring" said mark
"they're still your family ! and shut up.. my head is pounding !" said philip.. the father
philip.. philip was a weird fellar.. a ruthless one too
he beat mark whenever he saw him do anything wrong
for the slightest things too
like dropping a fork.. or forgetting to say thank you.. he would beat him.. and wouldn't stop.. until mark bled.. or elizabeth took mark away from him
"fine..." said mark
mark said it while he was struggling to keep his eyes open.. it was late at night.. and he didn't sleep very well last night
so.. he finally surrendered to the darkness.. "i still have time for a little nap, right?" said mark with a really weak voice.. then.. silence.. he immediately fell asleep
"aww.. poor thing.. look at how he slept" said elizabeth
"that little brat! finally" said philip
the roads were.. pitch black..
philip was struggling too
he couldn't open his eyes..
he fell asleep too.. on the driving wheel
"WATCH OUT!" cried elizabeth.. that's what mark and philip woke up to.. but it was too late.. a truck was going the wrong way.. hit them..
the car kept rolling and rolling down the cliff.. little mark lost count of how many times the car rolled
fortunately enough.. the car finally stopped rolling.. mark was ok.. a few bruises and some scratches.. he didn't know which was from the accident and which were from the beating that his father
gave him before they got into the car
but the same thing couldn't be said for his mother and father
his mother whispered "dear...."
"MOM"
"I.... I love.. you" she said it as she sensed that her end has come.. it was her time.. all.. right.. in front.. of her little boy
"MOOOOM" cried mark
philip's legs were totally smashed
philip woke up and saw mark crying.. "grow a... backbone.. *spits blood* kid.."
mark was furious.. he just saw his mother die right in front of him
he got out of the car.. looked around for the axe that his father used to keep for emergencies.. but.. mark intending on using it for good..
he opened the truck.. "yes" whispered little mark..
as he picked up the axe and went towards his father
"hey.. put that down.. or do you want another beating?" said philip
as philip said that.. all the memories of his father beating him flashed in mark's mind.. he felt weak.. then he remembered the axe in his hands...
he felt so powerful.. that a fire could be seen in his eyes
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" cried the little boy as he was swinging the axe
"WHY" yelled mark with every swing
"WHY"
"WHY"
"WHY"
with every hit.. he remembered
with every hit... he remembered..
he remembered the time he used to humiliate him in front of his family members
but.. not anymore.. as philip was in a pool of his own blood..
mark let out a maniacal laugh.. as he head down to the nearest village.. because he was thirsty.. thirsty for blood.. and here goes.. the little kid with an axe
*THE END*