Till you Remember Me

Chapter 9

Dear Diary 

Lately, every time I fall asleep, I see this faceless man in my dreams. I don't know who he is or his name, but every time I see him in my dreams, I find myself feeling happy and safe. His hands touching me bring me back to when I was in the hospital and I had that guy who would come visit me, and the touch of his hand felt warm and familiar. I had gotten in contact with the hospital and asked them if they could provide me with information about anyone other than my family and friends who would come visit me during my stay, but unfortunately, they couldn't give me any personal information. 

Since the accident, I've been almost homebound. My mom doesn't take me out of her sight at all. Every two hours she's calling me or coming to my room to ask me if I need anything or if I'm okay. The doctors had told my parents that I needed to be careful for the next few months, I could still go about my everyday life, but that I needed to be careful when going out or traveling. 

My father and brother had been attempting to be secretive around me in planning some sort of trip. Every time I come around and they're talking, they either change the subject or they just stop talking overall. They thought they could be secretive around me until I confronted them on the spot and asked them what they were hiding. I did have to play the I'm not feeling well card, for them to tell me anything. When they confessed, they looked at me to see if they would get some sort of reaction, which was odd because I didn't feel any type of way about it. 

My father has always had a passion for cars since I was little, he would always watch the races on TV, or we would travel around to see them in person. As I got older he was more focused on work and dedicating his time to the company. Since I've been home from the accident, my brother and I have been spending time in his study during the weekend watching F1. When I come downstairs I hear the TV on and I hear them talking, but never interrupt them. Their favorite team is Mercedes. I'm personally of fan of Ferrari. I've never really gotten into F1, but I do like Ferrari, something about the infamous red car catches my attention. It's beauty, it's history everything about it. It seems like a fascinating sport, but I've been more focused on other things to pay attention to something else or sit down and look into the sport, I know the bare minimum about it, and that's it. 

The big secret that they had going on between them was that they were planning on going to the Mexican Grand Prix next week, it was a trip for just the boys and they didn't want anyone to know about it till the day before they left. I still don't understand why they would try and get some sort of reaction from me like they were hoping for something from me other than "okay". 

I texted Franz and told her about what had happened, she left me on read and thirty minutes later showed up in my room all worried. She walked into the room and looked shocked to see me sitting in the bed calm and typing on my computer. She kept asking me questions about what I had told her, and if they had invited me to go with them. Why did Franz care so much about the details of this race? Was there something she wasn't telling me? Maybe she liked one of the drivers, I've heard they're handsome. 

I don't know why but she seemed very on edge about the race that my brother and father were going to. She had left my room for a bit and came upstairs with a smile. She jumped on my bed and took my computer from me. Grabbed my hand and told me we were going to the race this weekend with my father and my brother. I've known Franz all my life, but never had I seen her do something like this. I didn't understand why she had gone out of her to do something like that, but I honestly didn't even have the energy to bother asking why she wanted to go, or how she convinced my dad and brother. 

It being my first trip since the accident, my mom was very worried for me, so she decided it would be best if she would tag along. Anyway, my mom has been to Mexico before, and she's always enjoyed the food and culture, so it would be a vacation for her, while her husband, son, and now daughter and her daughter's best friend were going to watch a race. 

I figured it was best to do some research, look into the F1 world, and learn a bit about it before showing up to it and not knowing anything. While searching up and looking at the teams, I went one by one clicking on the drivers. They're all very handsome, especially one of them. Born in Monaco, drives for Ferrari, is 5'11,  and has the number 16...his name is "Charles Leclerc", which sounded nice when saying it, whispering it...like I've said it before...

It was the trip week, and through the past couple of days, I've been packing day-by-day, taking stuff outta my luggage, just for one or two things to end up back in the luggage.  Franz would Facetime and advise me on what I should and shouldn't bring. The one thing that never came out of my luggage was my camera. I had gotten it a year ago, and there were only a few pictures in it, I figured even though I don't remember the past seven months of my life, I would have at least a few more pictures, but I guess not. 

I hope that besides the race we can do a lot more. I would like to take pictures and enjoy the scenery of Mexico, my mother has always said beautiful things about the country, so it's gonna be nice for me to experience it myself. 

Everything is packed. I'm all set and ready to go. All though I can't remember some of my past, I can sure enjoy what's ahead and make new memories. You never know, maybe something great might come out of this trip. In a way, I'm glad Franz pushed for us to tag along. Something tells me, that something good is coming. Can't wait to see what it is. See you in Mexico Diary!

Sincerely, 

Marcella Romano