When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

2. bad guy

bad weekend.

as always. He's getting used to it. Mick thought he could do better, turns out he couldn't, he has been so close to scoring points, but has never gotten any.

P16 in the latest race, what a great result. This time even Nikita was close to score those fucking points. But no.

Mick was laying on his bed, in his hotel room. He was so exhausted. He was tired, but not sleepy he couldn't sleep. It didn't help.

To Mick Sunday evenings are the worst. Always interviews with stupid questions like "well how do you feel about the race?" What do you think? P18? Yeah great results?? It's frustrating.

Suddenly someone was knocking on Micks door, it was Sebastian he knew it. Quiet "hi" was shared between them. Mick wasn't still able to look Seb in the eyes.

"what's wrong Mick? You're acting so weird I'm worried?" Sebastian asked and looked Mick worried without meeting the other one eyes.

"I'm fine Sebastian, stop being so fucking worried. I'm an adult I can handle myself." "Mick Schumacher." "If you aren't going to tell me what's going on, I'm going to get you a psychologist or something, you never act like this." Seb was serious, his eyes were burning.

"Boy, what is wrong?" He asked as calmly as he could. "Seb I'm just so exhausted and tired, nothing you should be worried about, you know I got this." He said looking into Sebastians eyes. "okay, well do you want to go get dinner?" "No I ate already, I'm sure Kimi would love to have a dinner with you!"

And Sebastian was out of the room, heading to dinner with his former teammate Kimi Räikkönen. To Mick, it was easy to skip all meals that he could, breakfast was impossible but he handled it.

Mick has been skipping meal just for couple days so no one hasn't noticed anything yet. To be honest it's nothing serious, everyone skips a meal or a two, so should anyone be worried?

Mick planned to meet Callum later.
Until he cancelled. Callum had something to do. As always.

So now he'll just head home alone or with Sebastian.

Turns out, Mick is heading home with Gina, mum and Sebastian. These guys are the ones he's grateful for life. They've done so much for him.

After Mick and his family with Sebastian landed they took a taxi to their house and Sebastian left with his car. Schumachers were so glad that could go around their home country without being interrupted by people. People got used to seeing them as family going around, without Michael.

Next stop would be Mexico City, a trpleheader he wasn't ready for. Season would be over in couple months. Alfa Romeos seat is still free. Since Callum is spending the next year in Indycar, so Mick would love to see Oscar racing there.

Formula 2 would also be over in 2 months. Formula 3 was over already, he was so proud of Dennis. Guanyu and Oscar are still fighting for the title, as well is Max and Lewis.

If Lewis wins, all Michaels records would be broken by him. If Max wins it would just be epic.

Mick couldn't care, he wanted just to sleep. Warm sheets all over his cold body. He wanted to snuggle into the bed. Just sleep the whole week.

He felt weak, tired, exhausted and anxious. He was anxious the way he couldn't explain.

Gina came into his room. "oh micky what's wrong, you look miserable" Gina looked at him worriedly like everyone else these past 4 days. "I'm alright just exhausted." "Remember you can always come to me if little brother has any problems, I'm always and I'll always be here for you" Gina smiled "-oh also there's dinner, come eat with us!"

Mick tried to eat with them but he couldn't. "I'm not hungry, I'll eat later if I get hungry. I'll go take a nap" was all he said.

"Our little boy have been weird lately." Corinna whispered to Gina. "yeah I tried to talk with him, nothing just the classic 'nothing's wrong' as always. Talk to Mick, mum please." Gina begged.

Mick was listening music with his AirPods on. Laying down on his bed. He was humming the song "Somewhere only we know". The lyrics this could be the end of everything, so why don't we go somewhere only we know was going thru his head.

Tears rolling down on his cheeks. Quietly. Boys aren't meant to cry. Media taught that. Maybe it was toxic masculinity but media taught it that way. He has only seen Lando crying after he lost his win in Sochi this year.

Suddenly Mick heard knocking, he wiped away his tears and pretended to be asleep. Corinna came inside. "are you awake?"
No answer. She asked second time. No answer, then she left and shut the lights.

Mick really fell asleep, quiet music playing on his AirPods, comforting voices coming from living room.

Hours and hours later Mick woke up, he was sweaty with awful headache. He had no fucking idea when he had fallen asleep and how long he has been sleeping. 3 missed calls from Callum. Callum had tried to call him over three hours ago. 23:11 (11:11pm) he has been sleeping almost seven hours.

He called to Callum. He couldn't think about anything else.

M: "hi, Callum"
C: "MICK, oh mate I thought you died. Wait- you were sleeping weren't you?"
M: "yeah, I'm sorry I didn't hear you calling"
C: "it's alright don't worry. I just wanted to call you, since we couldn't meet up, so sorry about that."
M: "I get that you had to cancel it's okay, so how are you?"
C: "yeah well obviously not so good lot of things had happened lately, firstly we broke up"

Mick was in shock. He didn't wait for that one.

M: "are you okay?? I'm so sorry."
C: "no it's fine, it is what it is"
M: "glad to hear you're feeling well."

They talk a little longer just some random shit as always. Callum told that Juan had moved into new house in England and Mick was listening the whole time, all little details. He loved Callum's voice.

Then the call ended. He went to kitchen but wasn't really hungry. He took glass of water. He thought everyone else was asleep it was midnight until Mick heard a pretty quiet voice asking "you're awake?" "Unfortunately yes I am, just heading back to bed" "Mick you already slept seven hours, are you sure you're able to get some sleep tonight." Gina was worried not curious. "Yeah sissy I'm tired I'll just go sleep again."

Mick closed the door of his room. His day was absolutely horrible. He knew he needed to hide his feelings way better. He needed to do better. He is still doing as well as before. Why is everyone so worried. He is totally fine.

or is he?