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"Break a Leg"

 The air was cool against me skin as the cool breeze swept over me. Gracefully, I leaped into the air, my feet leaving the ground. For a moment, I felt untouchable. I felt like I was leaving the world behind to some place more peaceful.
    But before too long, my joy left me as gravity pulled me back into its twisted grasp. I was a prisoner to its will. Until the ground I landed on sunk down lower and lower. I landed hard on my feet, but the springy ground I landed on stretched beneath my feet, inviting me back slowly to the earth. Until my legs denied its request and I leapt into the air once more. I could feel that same cool breeze against my skin as I ascended. It felt so good to be free like this. The tug and pull between the soul and the body that anchored it.
    A few more times, I jumped and fell back to my feet and jumped back up. The feeling was something I could only describe as heavenly. Peaceful. Tranquil, even. But over all, it was fun.
    It was something that lifted my mind from the troubles of the world. I was forgetting what had even bothered me that day. What had gotten me so worked up earlier. None of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was the joy I felt. How free I was. If only for a few moments.
    But my joy was short lived, for not long after my many ascents into the air, someone obnoxious joined me in my leaps into freedom. If I was a gentle soul, this other person was a gremlin. A demon of sorts. As I was kind and loving the feeling of leaving the ground, this other soul was a rough, brutal one. Having fun only by ruining it for others. Suffering brought it tranquility. A rather odd combination of emotions, but one none the less.
    It didn't take long before this cruel being was falling and climbing back to its feet with a smile on its face, laughing off the pain. Then, it saw me. It bounced over to me. It grabbed my leg as I bounced along. It pushed me. Pushed hard against my leg. As I moved forward, it moved the top part of my leg backward, pushing hard against me. Harder and harder until I broke. I snapped. I felt pain shoot through my leg. And it let go.
    I cried out in pain as I sat down. Others rushed around me and stared down in horror at what my leg was doing. It wasn't broken. My bones were fine. It was my leg. My knee. It was bent backwards.

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