You could remember it.

The squeal of the tyres as you tried to miss the barrier, the other car slamming into you..

The Abu Dhabi gp.

It had been a week, and you were still in hospital, suffering from the crash.

Carlos had tried to visit you, but your parents, who were abusive, had scared him away.

They continued to have a go at you, saying you fucked up the race and you were a disappointment.

They had finally left 10 minutes later, and the door opened as you tried to rest..