"Again!!!!! Again!!!! Princess , come on you can do it ."
The shouts , the drills and drenching in sweat that's what a weekend looks like for me . While all my age group girls spend their time in shopping malls looking forward for a sale, I would trade that for these workout in gym with dad.
" You know you could do better , now again!! Princess" my father's voice echoed throughout the gym, loud as always.
If I hear the words' again and princess' together in one sentence once more, I might murder the guy, it's embarassing as it could be with all the people around staring at me to the shouts my dad was giving in and to get called princess in midst of that , seriously .
I've been edge all week with the exams , so I did jump on a chance to blow off some steam when dad said he's hitting to the gym.
As the beads of sweat tricked down my forehead , I was completely focussed on landing a hit to my partner, Mike .He is the college basketball team captain ,majoring in finance who also apparently love boxing. He never took me seriously well I don't blame the guy hes like 6 feet 5 inch tall with chiseled arm that could throw a pretty mean punch. In fact, one punch and I might be dead on the spot. I wasn't bad either, I have my own strengths. I could defeat kids of my age anytime of the day I want. I blame it to the 3 years of age difference we have that made him this good .
"Well , if he ain't trying to land a hit in me , I'm not going easy on him" I muttered to myself to make sure atleast make it hard for him to dodge .
My dad's voice that had cut the air throughout the session suddenly went silent and was followed my crash that echoed the walls of the gym , jolting me out of my focus .
Only to witness ....him on the ground .
Dad!!!!!!!!!!!!! I screamed as I ran towards only to find him cold and still. " Call the ambulance, someone please!!!! Dad , dad , dad!!!!! I was violently jerking at him . Mike lifted me up like a kitten , so that others checked on him . I was not helping anyone by panicking like this but .....but .... " Mike, why the hell is he not moving , Mike !!! Tell me what's wrong ???" I began to scream at Mike as I tried to break hold of his.His eyes were definitely gentle but his grip the opposite.
They murmmerrd in hustle voices I couldn't hear a word they said but I knew something was wrong , their expressions couldn't lie.
The rest is still all a blurr to me , we reached the hospital.He was rushed into emergency only to be declared dead by the doctor in charge. He had a subarachnoid hemorrhage a fancy way of telling bleed in brain apparently he had a faulty vessel in his head - they call it berry aneurysm . It's like a baloon yet filled with blood not air and all it took was a bit pressure to break it . It was sudden he didn't suffer much , but the aftermath was left for us to deal with .
The funeral service took place - it was filled with friends and family who knew him . A lot of people came to me expressing their condolences and telling the good things he had done. Despite it all I just felt ditached , not still be able to comprehend what happened . I couldn't even shed tears as if letting them go means accepting he is gone . We weren't ready for this .And I don't think I will be okay any time soon ..... ."He promised to always be ther for me , how can he leave me behind??" .