All your life you struggled with mental health so racing got your escape. Escape from reality. Escape from the abuse you endured, the mental health that was eating you alive.

Now you got into f1. You are a rookie driver at the age of 23. You drive for Mclaren alongside Lando Norris. You two hit it off immediately. He was kind, caring, funny, like comedy funny. He could make everyone else laugh.

You got to know him and got to know that the pressure sometimes got to his mental state but he learned to deal with it, unlike you. You told him everything. From the abuse to mental health but the trust was broken immediately. He told Zak Brown, the CEO about it to get you a therapist or someone to talk to.

Now you barely talk. You barely even look at him. You're thinking about quiting. Maybe you weren't made for this.

You were sitting on the grass at a lake with your knees pulled to your chest. Your hair a mess, your eyes red and puffy. Just then Lando came and sat down next to you.

"I meant it well..." he said softly like an apology.

"Yeah... I just... I thought of all people.... that you'd understand... atleast the mental stuff..." you said quietly, your voice breaking.