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Richard's POV:

Everything was black, just black void. I couldn't see anything. I could smell burning rubber and rain soakked asphalt. I could hear roaning engines. Before I knew it I was at Spa, Spa-Francochamps. Only it was raining, raining hard. There was fog around the track. I looked around and saw that I was standing by Eau-Rouge. Then I saw a car comming up, spray comming from the back because of the lots of rain on track. I went pale when I realized what car it was. The black, Orange car with number 77. Dilano. I felt that breathing was getting harder for me. Before I could even think about it the car was already in the barriers. I wanted to run. Run to Dilano. To get him out of that stupid car but I couldn't. I couldn't move, I was frozen on the ground.

"DILANO! DILANO!" I wanted to scream but the words never left my mound. My chest tightened, my heart beating pounding, rapid breathing. Panick. I felt so powerless. Watching him. Nothing to do about it.

"Stop dit. . .stop dit. . .stop dit. . ." I repeated over and over again to myself but it didn't help.

*stop this. . .stop this. . .stop this. . .*

This felt like an endless loop. This wasn't the first nigthmare after all, but definitly the worst. No. Not worser then the first nigth after the inchident. . .now I was stuck in the wreckage of Spa. Unable to save Dilano. Unable to talk to him. When I blinked I was at once by start finish. I looked around and saw Dilano. No smile. No emotions. Nothing. His face was pale and the shiney eyes were gone,  replaced with flat, dead ones.

"Dilano. . ." I chocked out, tears falling down. I tried to walk up to him but he seemed to go further and further away. All the grief came back again. All the emotions.

"Richard. . ." The younger Dutchman whispered. I looked at him. The only thing that I could see in his eyes was sadness. I couldn't take it anymore. All the emotions and grief came back at once. Everything started to turn and fade away. I got a heavy headache and started to feel dizzy.

"Dilano. . .alsjeblieft. . ." I choaked out.

"Richard. . .dairy. . .agenda. . .audio recorder" I was so confused now. Why would Dilano say these things? I don't understand

"I don't understand Dilano!" I cried out

"Richard"

"Dilano?"

"Richard please"

"No. . .no. . ."

"RICHARD"

My eyes flew open. I shoot up. Covered in sweat, rapid and heavy breathing, tears falling down, gasping for air.

"Richie!?" I felt hands on my cheeks and met Juan his eyes

"Richard? Answere me" He asked worried

"I-. . . I-. . .I-. . ." I couldn't say anything. Too much going on. Too much panick.

"Shhhhh its oke, its oke" the American said trying to calm me down

"I- I want my papa" I cried out. I wanted nothing more then him. Forgetting being mad at him. Juan just looked at me but finally grabbed my phone to seek for my papa's number.

"Hallo? Richard! God. . .het spijt me zo erg. Ik was zo dom geweest om je het niet te vertellen. Echt, sorry Richard en-"

*Hello? Richard! God. . .I'm so sorry. I was so stupid because I just should have told you. Really, sorry Richard and-*

"Eh, Robin its Juan" the American said as he cut off the ranting