I couldn't breath from what just happened. The fear was shaking me, nobody knew whether he was ok.
'I couldn't loose somebody else from within my close family.' My fear, was causing me to shake, the fear was slowly creeping over my body. I couldn't stand within the paddock anymore. I want out. I wanted out of this sport, where nobody seemed to care about safety.
'Why, Charles, Why are you thinking like this? Everyone cares about safety.' But I couldn't get the thought out of my head. If I was being honest I was drowning in my fear.Fear: was a wired word. If it was a noun- it means an unpleasant emotion caused by a threat of danger, pain or harm.
If it was a verb- it means to be afraid of (someone or something) as it is likely to be dangerous, painful or harmful.This was want was scarring me. The fear of having an unpleasant feeling, that another one of my friends could be dead. But also the fear of the fact that my sport, that I love is dangerous and can be painful or harmful. These unpleasant emotions would not stop going through my head, all the possible things that could happen within the next 4 hours.
That was one hectic race, but Thank god, that Grosjean is ok. And that nothing serious happened, or that any marshals were injured on the side lines.
Aside from that, I hope that you have enjoyed this one shot. The first one from within a driver's perceptive.
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Formula 1- One Shots
FanfictionDrivers in different situations hope you enjoy. Mostly my favourite drivers, but if you have a favourite driver, comment their name and I will come up with a situation for them to be in. 😁