Body Narrative

Body Narrative

I felt nervous as he stepped out onto the field. Our body convulsed with a ferocious terror as I looked at the field. His hands grasp our thighs as he hunched over the white line cutting the field in half, keeping himself from throwing up out of a nervous twitch. Finally, with a sigh of relief, he raised his head feeling the blood drop back down to our legs.
The ball is kicked off to the opposing team and we feel our heart bumping through our chest with anticipation. The other team was running in my territory, I had to capitalize on our defense, so I felt my legs surging towards the opponent carrying the ball. We laid our shoulder into the man’s chest, barreling him onto the ground. In a profound leap, our legs take our body soaring over the man like a hawk over a field of potential prey. Making my land, I feel our torso twist into an awkward shape that was not cohesive with the lower part of our body; we have landed on his leg upon our landing, twisting parts of the body, especially the leg, into flesh pretzels. Our hip snaps and I bend into a shape that would repulse a normal human being. A surge of pain shoots through me and I lay on the grass in agony.
I snapped my ligament, which left me in odd disarray. I felt like I was swinging back and forth and potentially bending any which way. We tried to run on me, it felt right when we ran a straight line, however when we turned, the story was a slightly different one. When we turned, I felt like I was going to swing into the body filled stands like I was sliced right off from the thigh. The ligament was absolutely not in tact. I swelled up like a bright red grapefruit injected with growth hormones. The skin was burning like I was smacked on the knee one too many times with a ruler.
Eventually, I was laid upon a table, surrounded by men in white with shining scalpels. At first, I was frightened, but he seemed like he knew what he was doing. I started to relax and felt nothing when a mask was put over our mouth. When I woke up, I was swollen again, stitched up from my kneecap down to the start of my patellar tendon. When people complain about having their wisdom teeth pulled, I bet they never experienced the reaction like I had; I appeared that I had three baseballs shoved, and stitched, into my knee. It was an agonizing experience, but I lived.
Now there are two of us sitting on the central part of our body’s legs. We used to share the strength of holding the body up, but that is no more. I fell short of being an equal for quite sometime, but I built myself back up. I finally became juxtaposed to the other in looks and in power. In a spurt of training, I became the stronger of the two, laughing at the other trying to build it’s way back up to my usual status. Although I know it is not a fight of whose better, it is nice to know that I worked my way back up after such an agonizing defeat. It is just friendly competition between two things that are alike.