You Don't Belong Here

'What a fucking idiot!'

'Seb help me! Please Seb please!' He glared down at me and laughed 'Why would I help you?!' His voice was harsh and he started laughing, quietly at first but then it got louder and louder. It slowly started to get distorted ' Please' My voice was reduced to a whisper now as his eyes turned red..

I shot up and gasped for air, my arms flailed around. 5 people ran towards me and secured me down, everything was blurry so I couldn't work out who they were. A woman, who was holding one of my arms, was talking to me, telling me stuff I couldn't make out. I strained my ears, but still there was nothing. Some more people came in and I started to hear muffled voices. I could make out HP's voice and my families. 'Mum? Dad?' I croaked, blinking and rubbing my eyes. 'It's okay honey, we're here' My mother stroked my hair and kissed my head. Then my father came and sat down next to me and held my hand. I could just make out Mika and HP standing at the end of my bed. My hospital bed.

My vision started to clear up and a nice male nurse soon explained why I was here and what had happened. I had completely forgotten about the fire, but as he explained I started to remember. He told me I was going to be fine and that I only had a few burns on my torso but a major burn on my right arm. *Oh shit! What if this means I can't race for a while! What will I do? I'll lose everything* But I soon realised how unrealistic I was being. Niki Lauda, a Formula One legend, went through worse burns than me and he was back in the car after a few races. There's nothing to be worried about! After a week of hospital treatment, I was soon back up and doing my usual stuff. My family helped me a lot, also Seb and the Dudesons came over to see me a few times.

Seb: A few days until Malaysia, you excited Pep? (He patted me on the back as we boarded our plane)

Peppi: Yeh I suppose, pretty nervous though

Seb: You shouldn't be, you'll be fine

I just smile in response and take my seat in first class. I slid on my headphones, plugged them in and fell asleep to Metallica.

Malaysian Grand Prix

I sat in the corner of my side of the McLaren garage, staring into space and trying to ignore all the cameras pointing in my direction. As you can guess, being a female F1 driver gets you a lot of popularity with the press. I gave a small smile and a wave just to give them what they wanted and then a few seconds later they dispersed. I looked the other side of the garage and saw Kevin pacing, he gets really nervous before each race. I jogged over and gave him a hug

Peppi: You'll do great K-Mag! (I said in his ear and then I released, he laughed)

Kevin: Thanks Peppi! Hey I heard about the fire, are you okay? (I smiled)

Peppi: I'm fine thanks, just a few burns (He nodded)

Kevin: Well I'm glad to see you're okay (He gives me a friendly slap on the back) Good luck in the race!

Peppi: You too!

I walked back to my side of the garage and my race engineer, Sam, gave me a nod which implies we get out onto the grid. The mechanics rolled my car out and onto the grid, lining me up in P4, where I finished in Quali. Martin Brundle, Sky Sports F1 presenter, David Coulthard, BBC presenter and a few Finnish TV people tried to interview me but I didn't want that. So I did up my racing suit, pulled on my balaclava and helmet and grabbed my drinks bottle. Slowly, I eased myself into the car and got comfortable. This way, no one could hassle me apart from Sam.

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'FUCKING RÄIKKÖNEN! WHAT A FUCKING IDIOT!' I screamed down the team radio, quoting Juan-Pablo Montoya. I was so angry, I leaped out of the car and strode towards him. I pointed my finger dangerously close to his helmet 'Watch where you're fucking going Iceman' I turned on my heel and jumped on the back of a steward's motorcycle. Kimi took me out at turn 15, just before the last straight and I wanted to kill him. I was coming 3rd, it was the 50th lap. I could have made it on the podium!

Eric Boullier came over to me and tried to calm me down, but I was too pissed off. I pushed my way through the garage and out to the motorhome. Luckily everyone was still in the garage, so it was a hassle-free journey. I made it to my room and slammed the door.

Kimi Räikkönen's going to get it.