Man on the edge

He felt the ledge under his feet, and all we wanted was jump into the void. He could heard people yelling him to do it and other people shouting him the opposite. What should he do? Nobody knew what it was like to be him, to live like he had been living, like he didn't belong to that world. He could feel the pressure of his problems in a side of his head, like if he had a little monster inside his mind trying to escape.

When he moved one step to the left, a foot slipped and he had to grab the knob of the window’s door. In that moment, just for a second, he felt a wind chill and the adrenalin raised the hair of his whole body. He looked down, to the floor, and he could see his own body lying there, deed-less.

Suddenly, his vision blurred. He saw everyone with evil appearance. He kept watching people while they were hitting hard the ground, scratching their skin, like they were trying to go away from the demons that ran through their veins.

He took a second to think about the situation he was in. His life was a mess, his wife left him, he got fired and, eventually, he was alone. Surprisingly, he realized that he didn't want to die; all he wanted was a change in his life to encourage him to live. He decided to look again down to the crowd that was shouting him and he pressed his back against the wall behind him.

Smiling, he was ready to turn around when the building disappeared and he was, by surprise, falling to the floor. He could feel his body cutting the air while he was going down and a shriek came out from his throat and shook his body. That was finally going to be the end of the man, despite the decision he made about not jumping off the building. He opened his eyes and decided to face the death with bravery, but all he saw was the floor being broken by a giant hand coming from the underground.  The hand was green, and the skin covering it seemed to be like snake skin.

He kept falling until he slightly touched the floor again, with his eyes closed. When he tried to rise from the ground, he felt a whole explosion in his mind and he remembered who he really was: the heir of one of the most important kingdoms of the world. He had been beaten by a foe and lied unconscious. His mind automatically created a way to keep his soul entertained in a side of his brain so the rest could work to heal itself, what meant that the man who was about to jump into the void never existed.

He knelt, hold his head with his hands and opened the eyes. He was in a room with a big bed and six small windows, anything else was decorating the walls. When someone hit him, he was dealing with the oldest witch known by the world. She tried to convince him to give her half of his kingdom by using a spell, but it didn't work because what she didn't know was that the man was half a wizard due to his father, so he knew how to expel her from his mind.

The prince feared the worst, so he stood up and looked out of the window. He could see fire, people aiming his neighbours with guns and, leading, the witch he talked with days ago. It was the worst war he had ever seen, and he was the only one with enough power to stop it. He turned around and thought “I was going to face my death. I still have to”. Then, he grabbed the knob and opened the door, walking to the streets, ready to fulfil his fate.