Blood stained red bathroom tiles. A stain that's grown darker and darker as life goes on, a stain that's grown darker every time max wins against me or every time max and I crash or every time I crash for that matter.
No matter how hard I try I can never stop the stain from getting darker. I just can't.
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Oscar's pov
She looks so gorgeous under the sun. I don't think she's ever really realised how gorgeous she is. I could stare at her for hours on end...
She makes so many people happy but I don't think she releases that either. I can tell that she isn't okay, but she never believe me when I say I know she isn't. She thinks that no one realises it she thinks that no one sees it. I mean, to be honest I don't think anyone does see it actually. I believe I'm the only one. But I guess one person is better than no one. Right?
I watch her get into her car across the pit lane. She sits in her car and fits in so perfectly. She slides on her helmet once again and I watch her in awe as she drives off into the sunset.
Brazil has always been my favourite track. Ever since I started following formula one as a child. Ever since I started formula 4,3 and 2 it always has. And now finally being able to get in my car and drive it off into the sunset , I think for once I actually have this buzzing feeling inside. Something I've never had before. I wonder if Kayla has the same feeling? I wonder if she's ever felt this feeling?
I look up at the sun and pray for a safe drive for the both of us before I slip on my helmet and slide into my car. I take the same path as Kayla and drive off into the sun.
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REASONS TO STAY ALIVE
Фанфик***TW*** suicidal thoughts, suicide, self harm, swearing,depression, anxiety, slight physical abuse, slight, mental and emotional abuse******also in first person*** Kayla tried so hard to be the perfect daughter, to be the perfect girlfriend, to be...
