He fell to his knees and cried out in pain and started to beg for his life. The boy on the floor that was crieing for mercy, for his life.
This is a short story, that maybe many of you can relate to.
The other child raised the baseball bat and kept on beating the child. This boy has once been tormented every day of his pathetic life now he was the one in control of the pain. The child lying before him was the one that tormented him. For once this child had no control.
It felt so good for him to repay all the pain he recieved on a dialy basis back to the person that gave it him in a one go. He would be tormented no more. For him to stand over the bleeding body of his only pain in life, and to know that it was now over.
Cheap and nasty, sorry; not my thing. Try aspirin.
well uh… i have felt this way as well. i understand that revenge is something us tormented souls all want to have but sadly we can not. i do not understand why we all are so fucked in the head to want to kill the people we hate but then again i do not understand why they have to be so cruel to us. they are the ones who ***** us up you know. i like this thou. it was well done
yo he sentido ganas de hacer eso tambien,es un pasaje de la vida cotidiana de uno