Fake || Charles Leclerc

B A C K S T O R Y

My name is Maria Bianchi and i'm 25 years old. You probably recognise my last name and that will be because my older brother is..was Jules Bianchi.

I was born on the 2nd of February 1998 at 5:32am. I came out into the world crying like every other baby but i immediately stopped when i was placed into the hands of my brother, Jules.

Jules was my big brother but soon became my father figure. My father died when i was 8 weeks old and my mother couldn't handle it. She would turn to drugs and alcohol to try and help the grief. Whilst she was going through this she physically couldn't take care of me or Jules so nine year old Jules had to look after me.

He did everything for me. He fed me, he changed my nappies, he made me stop crying, he put me to bed every night, absolutely everything. Jules was the person who made me who I am today.

On the 21st of march my mother just couldn't take the pain any longer and ended her life. It was really hard for Jules but i didn't understand anything because i was just one years old.

Me and Jules didn't have any family left so we had no one to turn to until a family named the Leclerc's offered to take us under their wing. Jules knew the Leclerc's because he raced with the oldest brother Lorenzo. At the time Pascale and Hervè Leclerc had a son that was a few months older than me so introduced us.

From the moment we met we became  best friends. We did absolutely everything together. We learnt how to ride bikes together (we fell off multiple times), we learnt how to swim together (we nearly drowned the first time because Jules took us straight into the big pool), we started primary school together and then we also started secondary together.

It was like everyday we were getting closer and by the time i was thirteen years old i had the biggest crush on Charles. As i went into 8th grade, Jules had gotten into Formula 1. I was so happy for him, this was his big dream.

After Jules got into Formula 1 he started to travel. I felt like i never saw him and when i did see him it wasn't for long. I felt out of place when Jules wasn't there but i tried to move on with life.

Charles got busier because he was always at karting so i missed him as well. I studied hard and got some decent grades.

By the time i was sixteen i had finished my big exams and had gotten really good grades. Jules was so proud of me and said we could properly celebrate when he came back to Monaco. The Monaco grand prix was the weekend after this one so i was really excited.

The Leclerc's and I were all sat in the living room about to watch the Japanese Grand prix. I was so excited for Jules he told me he would win this one for me. The race started and i kept watching Jules. He was doing great but then all of a sudden something happened. Jules had crashed. I was on the edge of my seat praying Jules was okay. Pascale was comforting me telling me it was okay and Jules would be fine.

They called the whole race off and Jules was taken in a ambulance. I was in shock. I couldnt move. I felt so anxious, so scared. I suddenly looked around the room frantically feeling tears burn my eyes.

A few weeks later Jules was in a coma. He hadn't woken up. He was in a hospital in Japan and i begged Pascale to let me fly over but she wouldn't let me, i was so upset. Then we had gotten news that Jules was being flown over to Monaco to a hospital here.

I walked into Jules room and gasped out loud. It didn't look like my brother. It didn't look like the person who raised me, i hated to admit it but he looked dead even if his heart was still beating.

I sat at his side for days talking to him, hugging him, squeezing his hand. Doing anything to maybe get something out of him but nothing. I felt so useless i just wanted to help him.

On the 17th of July 2015 Jules gave up his battle. He couldn't fight anymore and suddenly i felt like i couldn't fight anymore. When i went back to the Leclerc's all they did was pity me and i hated it. I tried to to talk to Charles but it was like talking to a wall. I didn't feel like i belonged in that house anymore so with all the savings i had i bought an apartment and moved out.

I called and messaged Charles but i would only get one word answers. I felt like i had no one. I had no parents, no brother and no best friend. I found out that Charles had got into Formula 1 and i was so happy for him even if he didn't care about me anymore.

I tried to re build the friendship we had but it didn't work. I don't know how we even lost the friendship. He left me when my brother died. Who does that?

Monaco brought back too many memories so by the time i was 22 i moved to Italy to have a fresh start. That's where i met my current boyfriend Ryle.

I decided to stay in Italy and try and live a happy life with Ryle.

It got quite hard though. Ryle was a massive formula 1 fan and too make it even worse he was a big Ferrari fan. Ryle loved too talk about formula 1 and I just pretended that I didn't know anything about it.

Ryle did ask about my last name but I just told him in Monaco it was a popular last name so he didn't ask about it again.

Even though I was with Ryle deep down I still loved Charles. It's true when they say you don't ever get over your first love.

Even if I loved Charles I would probably never see him again so I just tried to keep him in the past.