Geplaatst Omdat ik engels wat makkelijker vind qua beeldspraak, heb ik ervoor gekozen het verhaal in het engels te schrijven. Ik ben geen held in grammatica en spelling, dus daar zullen nog wel wat fouten in zitten
Voel je vrij me te verbeteren, maar het gaat me eigenlijk meer om de verhaallijn dan om de spelling etc 
Veel leesplezier!
The Black Parade…
After several weeks of grief, he had finally accepted his end was near. He looked at all the wires that connected his heartbeat and blood flow to monitors. His heart was struggling to get the big amount of blood through his entire body. His chest felt very heavy, as if gravity was some sort of enemy that wanted to make it as difficult as possible for him to breathe. He wasn’t afraid anymore of death coming to pull his strong soul out of this weak body. In fact, he could almost feel some sort of darkness around him, just waiting for his heart to stop. His body to give up. He had a strong vision about what was waiting for him on the other side.
He tightly grabbed his fathers big hand, and squeezed it very hard. With all the rumour in the city, he was very scared of losing his father. All the partying people around the streets could easily pull his father away from him, and within seconds he would be gone. His father felt the angst of the little boy, and his strong arms lifted him onto his shoulder. The boy could now see the parade that was going on much better.
There was this one wagon. It was decorated with flowers in all the colours of the rainbow. On the wagon, there was a band playing loud, festive music. Behind the wagon, there were walking hundreds and hundreds of people, all dressed up, and with painted faces. Some of them were young, some of them very old. Some of them looked happy, they laughed, and sang, but the other half seemed less cheerful. There was something with their faces, that scared the little boy. The facial expressions varied from blank, to unhappy, to very sad. They didn’t look very happy about joining this parade.
Suddenly the parade stopped. His father lifted him off his shoulder, and bend down until he could watch his son right in the eye. He had a severe expression on his face. His hand went through his son’s brown curly hair, and the boy saw his father’s eyes fill with tears. The man gave him a kiss on the forehead, and straightened up. The boy got this weird feeling in his stomach, it felt as if his father was saying goodbye to him. Suddenly his father began to pull his hand back, and as he did so, he slowly got pulled into the crowd, and the boy started to panic. He tried to follow his dad, and with all his strength he tried to hold on to the hand he was holding. But the crowd separated him and his father, and he was gone. The parade went on, and the boy screamed his dad’s name, and ran along with the parade. But the man was nowhere to be found. The parade passed by, and eventually disappeared into thin air, so it seemed. He could still vaguely hear the band playing and people laughing. But the streets were all empty now. He cried, and he cried. He felt so abandoned. Deep in his heart he had known this day would come though. But it hurt very much, he felt so alone.
The boy woke up, because the hospital room filled itself with voices and other noise. He lifted his head off his father’s chest, where there had formed a small dark spot from the tears the boy had cried in his sleep. He suddenly realized that he was holding his father’s hand, which was cold as ice. A strange feeling came over him, something was very wrong. All the monitors, that were connected to his father’s fragile body were making awful beeping noises, that frightened the little boy, and a big red light was going on and off, alarming that there was something really not right. Nurses and doctors filled the room, and one of the nurses gently tried to pull him away from his father. He screamed, and tried to kick the nurse, because he didn’t want to lose his father again. But as another nurse assisted the other one, he couldn’t resist anymore, and they carried him out of the room. Later that evening he heard his father had died.
It wasn’t until years later, that he would understand what the meaning was of that dream he had that night his father died. In the dream, he experienced what it was like to die. Ever since this secret was revealed to him, he was strongly convinced that there is a parade that comes to every person on his death-bed, to take him to a place where he can rest in peace. He didn’t know why They had chosen him to reveal this great secret to, but it made him a lot more comfortable about dieing, knowing this parade would some day come and pick him up.
Satisfied with this knowledge, the Patient closed his eyes. Though he had still so much to offer this world, he wouldn’t very much be missed if he left it. He was disappointed in his weak body, for his soul was still so strong, and his thoughts so clear. But the cancer had destroyed him on the inside. The inside that was once just as full of life as his spirit. He could feel his heartbeat drop, and he felt his toes and fingers getting cold from not getting enough blood. The monitors attached to his body started panicking. They started beeping and screaming for help.
Through all those noises, he could vaguely hear the festive music of The Black Parade. In fact, he could now see the parade approaching. It was getting closer and closer. He was now at a point where he was no longer connected to the cold hospital room. He reached his hand out, and felt a strong big hand grabbing it. He had finally found his father again.
Eva©
