The Night Diaries

The Reset

I left that deceiving place, rented a penthouse in Nashville. I had to leave. I had to leave forever. I could not live there, it would suffocate my senses. I was disgusted with myself, on the verge of breaking down. I did not let myself accept the fact that I had better memories. That one night had ruined me. I convinced myself that i did not run away from it but just escaped for survival. I was embarrased of what i had let happen. This is the first time i felt lost, I thought I was stronger than that, but this made me feel unsure of myself.

I knew that place and those memories would haunt me for eternity until I finally faced it. Deep inside I knew that running away was never the right choice.

I am not grateful but atleast I get to start over. I am a sixteen year old. As much as i remember, my parents passed away therefore i call myself an orphan. I vaguely remember a brother of mine but other than that unknown guy i have no family. I know i will regret leaving him but i just cannot face him again. I am terrified of being vulnerable.

It was a refreshing morning, my interiors were done and I had already ordered groceries last night. My new penthouse with a 'gym' with heavy equipment, a 'crockery unit' filled with trophies to remind myself that i once fought against other humans for a living, a red 'limousine' standing in my garage, an organized 'closet', a white coloured grand 'piano', and a 'gallery' full of art.

I have been fending for myself from the age of six, so i deserve this extent of luxury and materialistic joy. I do not lack much when compared to other teenagers, they focus on education and a social life whereas i have had to have different priorities just to support my existence.

I decided to explore my neighbourhood. After i beautified myself, i grabbed my airpods, turned on some music and started brisk walking. I am inattentive to people but an observant towards my surroundings. I like being wary and knowing everything about the happenings around me though I really regret not being wary that night.

I navigated and memorised few routes that would help me with my life further and returned home. I felt the pressure of having to begin again but i knew i had to do it. It is a new beginning for my boxing career. I won't be a national player anymore but I will train again as a beginner for myself . After having pancake for breakfast, I visited the new academy where i would start training again.

It looked similar to the previous academy but I think it was just me. I heard sounds of bags being punched not gonna lie, i really missed that. I smelled hard work. I do not know the reason behind my excitement but i felt ready to meet the guy who would teach a national player, the basics. I looked at a guy who was punching a girl's core. I walked up to that guy and stood in front of him.

He questioned me with "Hey, do i know you? You look familiar.

He did look familiar to me too but i cannot let him belong to my past so i denied the chances.

"No, It is my first time here and i wish for you to be my coach" I demanded politely.

"Oh sorry let you know, but nobody can demand my training." He replied.

Ughh this guy is arrogant, i need to suppress my attitude to seem normal. I feel frustrated even though i just met him. He looks like a normal confident, young man. I obviously did some research before coming, they say he is in his eighteenth year, he has an older brother with whom he has no blood relation whatsoever, he is known to be a great teacher considering his experience, he likes challenging people just like i do. Anyways, i have to tolerate him, he is the best here.

"Hey, come on i don't mean to go against your ways but i meant it." I added because I couldn't mess this up.

"Do you really want me to train you?" He asked trying to confirm if i could tolerate his attitude.

"I do, sir" I stated with dryness.

"Well, if that is what you want. Do register your name at the reception, i will start training you whenever i may." He stated.

"I am Rhyme, nice to meet you" I politely ignored his command and introduced myself pretending to be curious about his name.

"People call me Noah, but 'sir' would sound good coming from you." said he.

I don't know why he bothers me so much. Nevermind. I registered my name and watched him train his other students with uttermost interest. He does have the patience that a teacher must possess and his skills are slightly better than most of my previous opponents. I wonder how he became a coach at such a young age, but i did become a national player at the age of ten so i'm not that surprised.

"Can't you start training me now?" I plainly questioned without arrogance after he made me wait for half an hour which i didn't mind much because i could observe him and learn about his ways without feeling like a creepy stalker.

On the other hand, my anxiety was hitting me, does he really not care? Am i not worth it to be taught? Did i do something wrong to mess this up? But i managed to keep it together.

"Alright, we may start now if you wish." He stated with signs of guilt.

I already knew that he was testing me to know if i am determined to learn from him. I liked that, but nobody tests me. I wont tolerate that unless i demand a test.

"Sir, i know you are testing my determination, but please don't act like you care and teach me if you will." I spoke. Oops. I just wish that i did not mess that up.

"I guess you missed the point, doesn't matter you may start warming yourself up" said Noah.

I hummed and did a few jumping jacks and lunges. I cannot let him know that i have higher stamina than a supposed beginner so i started panting. He noticed that.

"Now that you are warmed up, let us start."

He checked out my palms before telling me to punch the punching bag with my naked hands. I did exactly that, missing a few punches and letting the bag hit me a few times to maintain my disguise.

It did not hurt at all but i had to pretend otherwise so i hissed, he told me to continue. I was suspicious as to why he is trying to test my pain tolerance on the first day but i co-operated. I'm not sure about the reason but he looked astonished and a little sexy. He took us forward and taught me a technique which would help prevent hurting the knuckles. This was something that was taught only to professionals before a big match so i was caught by surprise.