H O L Y C H R O N I C L E S of
R o n a l d o n
Chapter 1: The Sweetness of Life
Life is like candy, first it tastes well, but over time, that taste fades away until it’s gone.
Once upon a time…
…a little kid asked for candy. An old man didn’t want to give him some.
The end.
Just kidding, how could I end the story there. Let’s see why the old man didn’t give the candy.
The old man felt bad about himself for not giving it. “But I need it”, he whsipered.
Why, though?
“You’re going to find out…”, he said in an annoyed voice. Fine.
He visited a dark hospital in the shadows of the clouds, where dying children, also his son, were counting their last hours. It was cheap, but the only hospital around that he could afford. A tear mixed up with the rain which he was staring at with the eye where the tear came from. He wiped it away and started walking towards the last breaths of the evening.
How do you wipe an eye away?
“What? How does that even make – he meant the tear!”, the old man said while I meant the tear. Oh, yeah.
He opened the door, and a slight smile immediately vanished from the working girls face behind the counter. She stood up and rushed to a room, giving a hand sign to follow her. The old man tried his best, but his leg was diagnosed weak, and he took longer than he wanted. Every footstep, his heart received the pain of the leg, every heartstep made him wish having a working leg even more.
Whoah. That’s depressing.
After an eternity, he started hearing the heartbeat monitor, beeping at the next door, in the rythm of his leg.
They say, after a long time with pain, you get resistant against it. But right before coming to the room of his son, the continous beep of the heartbeat monitor was more painful than everything.
Going outside, he didn’t feel the eyes of the working people of the hospital.
He didn’t feel his pain in the leg anymore.
He didn’t see the night that started filling the city with darkness.
He only heard the continous, high-pitched sound of the heartbeat monitor.
He didn’t know where to go. He ignored the thunder. The beeping sound was the only thing he heard, next to his own heart. He kept walking slowly. He eventually reached the street of the hospital. He stood still. He noticed a difference.
He slowly layed down on the street while blackness covered his eyesight. His own missing heartbeat made him close his eyes. Slowly, the beeping continous sound got quiet. He tried screaming his sons name. But his voice was too quite. The thunder was too loud. He tried again. And whispered the name one last time. Even though his sight got blurrier and blurrier, he saw someone standing in front of the hospital. That someone started walking towards the old man, and he realized, maybe death isn’t solution. His hopes in life were back up, he could make his son proud, he should start painting again, bringing colorless things to life. The old man tried reaching his hand out towards the person walking towards him. Suddenly, the someone seemed to notice him, and started running. The old man started recognized the person…
“IT’S JUST A PRANK BRO!”, Ronaldon said and laughed at the old man.
What – what the f*ck?
“Bro, there’s cameras there, and…uh…there…”, he said. The old man, shocked, stared at him and whispered: “I thought you died.”
“Bro – It’s just a prank bro!”
What the heck is this? What happened?
“I pranked him!”, Ronaldon said. “But of course Pa can’t even take a simple joke. Not cool, man.”
“You…You’re a disappointment.”
“What?”
Ronaldon turned towards the dead body of his father. “Oh. Well, that’ll definitely increase the dislike ratio, thanks, Pa!”, he said in a sarcastic, slightly angry tone.
Life is like candy, cheap enough to be losing it.
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