The divide

Noel woke in a cold sweat, breathless, and paralyzed. He had the dream again. He had climbed the wall which sits on the outskirts of the city. It had been so vivid, so real, he had really felt like he was falling. Shaking his head, he hoped that the memory would simply go away. No matter how hard he tried. There was no escaping the gradual pull of the wall. Many times he had asked. and many times they had lied. Was it there to protect them?. Or to imprison?. Never was a straight answer given. His father had said many times before " it is not to protect, Or imprison. Simply divide." Noel sat up, unable to go back to sleep. The morning was still young, the sun had yet to tinge the sky with it's brilliant orange rays.  School today would be, as always an ordeal. Absolutely the best student he was expected to be, and nothing less. Resentment is what he is feeling. No one would listen, no one would answer, and no one would allow him to be normal. Jumping up from his bed, the answer clicked into his head. Go to the wall, and find out for himself, it was the only way.  He dressed, and very quietly made his way out of the house. Cold air surged forward licking the tip of his nose. His breath could be seen in the eerie light of the street lamps. His footsteps echoed softly in the early morning silence. Houses lined the paved road as far as the eye could see. In the direct center of the city sat a tall building, it was called the ridge. As he made his way farther from the center,  buildings started to grow sparse, until there were no buildings altogether.  The wall dominated the world around it, the grass was grey, and the trees looked dead, and broken. He climbed, as fast as he could, using the many holes, and crevice's left by years of being exposed to the weather. Breath taking is the only word to describe the view. Walking to the edge his body tensed, and as he had done many times before he leaned over the edge to look, and fell. No scream escaped his lips, as he fell he felt at ease knowing that there was no longer a divide.

Note: There are many divides in our life, we sometimes accept, and sometimes we attempt to overcome. The divide in this story is metaphorical, it is the divide between life, and death. Some feel it is the greatest, and the most frightening divide we must face, but face it we will. We will all cross the divide, into the great unknown.  

"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

- J.K.Rowling the sorcerers stone