You Are Not Alone [Charles Leclerc]

🌠Prologue🌠

"For this is the end,

I've drowned and dreamt this moment.
So overdue, I owe them,
swept away I'm stolen ."
Skyfall; Adele

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*TW - car accident, suicidal thoughts*

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"And don't try to resist again. You see what will happen then," guy, whose name I already forgot, shouted at me and punched me in my face.

"C'mon Rodrigo, let's find another girl. She is not worth it," blonde guy mocked at me and dragged his Rodrigo friend away.

"Pray that our paths won't cross again or you are dead you dirty little slut," he spat few centimeters in front of me and with a big laugh they finally left me alone.

Although I hear these words almost every day, it always brakes my heart. And the worst part is that they are right. I'm not worth it. Well look at me, I'm 17, living on the streets and hoping that I will find something to eat. I have nobody in my life, so I'm only surviving.

Are you asking, how I ended up here? Well, listen carefully, I'm going to tell you the story of my life, which never was easy. My real parents abandoned me in the day I was born, so I grew up in a foster home. I was always different than other children and I'm not only talking about my eyes. They are purple. Not blue or green, like ordinal people have. Same colour as famous Elizabeth Taylor had. Maybe that's the reason why lots of boys were interested always interested in me. But I was too young to think about boys and I wasn't that lucky to find the right one.

But back to my story. Although I had a few friends, there was something I wanted more than friendship. Family. Mamma e papá. I was always envious when other kids found their new parents. I wanted that too, so badly. I wanted to have that big smile, I wanted someone who will love me and care about me. But everytime some future parents came, they always choose someone else.

One day my dream came true when a young couple visited our house. Vittorio and Michelle. He was italiano and she francese, but they lived together in Monaco. The night before that day I had a very bad dream, so when other kids were trying to get their attention, I was sitting at the table and drawing, not really caring what's going on around me. Despite that, they choose me as their "daughter".  I asked them once why they actually chose me, the weird kid. They said that I was the first kid they noticed when they entered the house. They felt that I'm their destiny.

So I became Ariana Andretti. I was probably the happiest kid on the planet because my parents were absolutely amazing. Michelle was a painter, so thanks to her I improved my drawing skills and she also taught me French. Vittorio was a Formula 1 lover, so he learned me to be into fast cars. They made me feel unique and everything was just perfect.

Until one day. I remember it like it was yesterday. The day when my dream life was ruined for good.

Flashback:

"Papá, saremo lì presto?" (,,Dad, will we be there soon?") I asked impatiently when we were driving to the funfair. I have never been there and I was really excited to see all the attractions and carousels.

"Sì, tesoro." (Yes, honey.") Dad chuckled and speeded up.

"Sì!!!!" (,,Yes!!!!") I shouted enthusiastically because I love high speed. I like the adrenaline and danger.

"Décélérer amour!" (,,Slow down love!") Mum shouted in French. She isn't really a fan of fast driving and she is so protective. Sometimes it's really annoying, but I know she is doing that because she loves us to death.

"No maman,c'est marrant!" (,,No mum, it's fun!" ) I frowned. Fortunately, dad is always on my side, so he didn't slow down.

"Sto attento," (,,I'm careful,") He smiled. But suddenly some stronzo hit us and our car went out of the road. The only thing I remember is mum's scream and then everything went black.

End of flashback

We crashed into a tree at full speed. It's a miracle that I survived basically without a scratch. My parents unfortunately, weren't that lucky. When the doctors told me that I'll never see my parents again, I was heart-broken. I lost everything. Family, home, friends. 15 years old girl alone in a big world. And here we are now, 2 years later. I couldn't stay at our house and I had no other option than being homeless. So the darkest recesses of Monaco became my new home. It's a harsh place. Nobody is sweet talking with you, you have to fight for yourself. But why you should fight when you are in a dead-end street and there is no way you can get out of here? People are only haughtily looking at you, no-one will ever help you. Everybody is selfish and they don't care about others. You only get a punch, because you don't want to be someone's bitch. 

Suddenly all the happy memories came to my head again and I couldn't handle it anymore. I tried to be strong, but it's too much for me. I started to cry and salty tears mingled together with blood streaming from my wounds. My body and my soul were hurting me. I glanced at the bridge across the street and only one thought crossed my mind: I must end this misery.

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Hello! My new story is here and it would be about Charles Leclerc! It will take place at the end of 2016 and the first half of 2017 (it could change during the story), so it will be more about Formula 2 then Formula 1.

This prologue was more about Ariana and her life, but Charles will appear in the next chapter, so stay tuned ;)

And also I'm sorry if I made some mistakes in French and Italian part. I only used translators, because I can't speak neither of these languages.

I hope you'll like this story (it will be probably a short one, but we'll see), and I'm looking forward to your feedbacks ;)