THIRTY FOUR

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE

"DADDY!" Larissa screamed, tears flooding down her cheeks as the dam had broken.

She saw her fathers head move from within the flames, she knew.

Their eyes met, sadness staring at each other for less than a second, before it all came crashing down.

BOOM!

"Shit shit shit shit shit!"

Larissa Cohen screamed as she felt her body growing warmer as she remained stuck inside of her burning vehicle.

Bright burning orange flames licked at her skin, which thankfully was covered with fireproof gloves and a suit.

However, it wouldn't remain fireproof for much longer, since they were not designed to protect her body forever.

This was different to her father's crash.

Nobody was coming to rescue her.

She tried to move her body, managing to unclip what was left of her seat belt before she allowed herself more room to move.

She didn't have the space that she needed, even with her small frame five foot two body. She just couldn't get out.

She was dying.

Exactly like her father did.

Her mind flashed to her brother, Mick, who she knew would be crying hysterically in her garage since he had come to support her for his home race.

She thought of Zahra, who would either be screaming in Toto's arms as she sobbed or running in her seven inch heels on the track to try and help her.

She thought of Lucy, who she knew would be crying in her garage about losing both of the Cohen's in exactly the same way.

She thought of Gina, who hadn't been able to join them, who would be watching it live on the television with her heart in her mouth as to whether her best friend would be getting out alive or not.

She thought of her Uncle Michael, who always watched her races on the television because he was unable to watch her race in person, knowing that he would be crying about losing his niece and not being able to do anything about it.

She thought of her Uncle Sebby who had crashed out in his home Grand Prix, who she knew would be trying to reach her but due to the flames that had engulfed the car that he would held back from trying to get to her.

He would be losing his niece just like he lost his mentor and best friend.

She thought about Kimi, Fernando and Lewis who would have been told over the radio that she had crashed and that there was no sign of her moving or being out of the vehicle and she knew that they would be terrified about losing their Larissa.

She thought about Daniel who she knew had also retired from the race, who would be watching it from his garage, getting flashbacks of not only the death of his idol, Luiz, but also his best friend Jules.

She thought of Charles who she knew would also be terrified of losing her the same way that he too lost his idol and Jules who was his godfather.

She thought of her team mate Pierre would be wanting to get to her to help her, since she was known as his best friend. The person that he relied on no matter what.

She thought of Lando, of George, of Alex, of Anthoine, of Yuki and Nicholas. She thought of Arthur, Antonio, Jenson and Mark. She thought of both of her Nico's, Hulkenberg and Rosberg.

She thought of Esteban who she knew would be blaming himself for what happened even though it was not his fault. It was her mechanics fault because she had lost two of her wheels.

She thought of Max, and Carlos, and Valterri, and Kevin.

She thought of Toto, who she knew would be trying to remain calm and keep a poker face so that he could help and comfort Zahra.

She thought of Roscoe.

She thought of her dad.

Her whole life since her father's death, she had been so determined to join her father, so done with the world, since all she had wanted to do was to be with her dad, but she couldn't.

Not now.

Not yet.

"I'm not ready, papa."

Larissa cried as she tried once again to free herself, finding that her body was trapped between the barrier and the halo.

"I'm not ready, papa. Not yet, I have to get justice for you, I'm not ready to go yet, daddy." Larissa screamed as she tried to move, partially forcing the metal barrier out of her way ever so slightly.

She had been trapped in the flames and the ruined car which had been cut in two, for way over two minutes, as smoke plumed from the burning vehicle that the flames had engulfed.

Her scream rippled out of her throat as she felt her shoulder move from the pressure that she had been placing on her body to move and find a way out.

She wasn't getting out of this one.

"Fight, my beautiful anjo, fight!"

She heard her father's voice inside her head as she began to give up and accept her fate of a painful death.

Crowds watched on in absolute horror as the flames grew, with the Nineteen year old having been stuck inside of her burning vehicle for now over four minutes.

Everybody watching the scene, whether it was live and in person or on the Television inside their own homes knew that she was dead, having died the exact same fate of her father.

Until a figure emerged from the flames, climbing up and over the metal barrier that had completely and utterly destroyed her car.

Her small body was thrown over the barrier as she forced her way out of her car and the flames, before stumbling away and in to the welcoming arms of stewards and paramedics which were arriving on the scene.

She pulled her helmet off her head, followed by her balaclava as she began to cough, her lungs having been filled with the smoke for way too long.

Her left arm clung to her right shoulder, knowing that it was most likely dislocated, but she was alive.

"LARISSA!"

Arms wrapped their way around her injured body as a driver had managed to get past the stewards that had blocked all of the other drivers from getting to her.

Every single driver that was still on the track had either pulled up after or turned their car around to race back towards her in an attempt to free her.

Her glassy eyes lifted to see a concerned boy staring down at her, fear and concern evident in the brown of his own.

Her legs gave way from underneath her as she collapsed in to the arms of Lance Stroll, since he had managed to push his way past to help her.

Lance held her tightly, making sure that he didn't hold her too tightly and cause her any extra pain at having been burned alive.

Paramedics ran to the pair as stewards were busy attempting to put out the large flames that caused every driver to feel the heat of the fire that the Brazilian had been engulfed in for over four minutes.

The adrenaline had began to wear off as the smoke inhalation hit her, causing her to start to feel drowsy and tired before her eyes soon started to roll back in to her head.

"I did it, papa. I got out."

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Larissa Cohen was in hospital, again.

Since she had collapsed and fell unconscious, Lance had carried her to the ambulance so that they could take care of her.

It was then decided that she would need to spend a few days in the hospital until her body had recovered from the smoke inhalation and the crash.

And the flames.

Each of the drivers had decided to take it in turns to sit with her, and the next one who was due to arrive at any moment, was her brother Mick.

And much to her surprise when he arrived in her hospital room, he wasn't alone.

Michael Schumacher was with him.

Mick pushed his father in a wheelchair towards the Cohen girl that he knew was his sister and his best friend, seeing her groggy eyes opening in surprise.

"He kept pressing the alarm button that we use for emergencies and annoying mom, until I agreed to bring him to see you."

Mick explained as Michael forced a smile at his beloved niece who he loved with every single part of his heart.

"Now who's the troublemaker?" Larissa whispered quietly as her body wouldn't allow her to use too much energy, her voice sounding hoarse.

"Me."

Michael forcibly lifted his hand to shakily point to himself, seeing her grin like she used to as a child.

It caused a grin of his own to light up his face, without even straining to do so.

Something which he had been unable to do ever since his skiing accident.

"We were both terrified that we had lost you, mausi. Gina and mom too." Mick admitted as he pushed his father's wheelchair beside her hospital bed so that his father could hold the hand of his niece.

Larissa released a grunt of pain as she turned her body around so that she could face her brother and uncle, seeing them both immediately stare at her in concern.

Michael attempted to push his body to his feet, feeling like he needed to be there for her, since he felt like he had let her down as an uncle since he had not been able to comfort her like he had promised her that he would be.

Michael's feet touched to hospital floor as he rose from his wheelchair, using all of his strength.

His weak body dropped, plummeting to the floor as both Larissa and Mick dived out of their seats to grab him.

Larissa grimaced quietly as the weight of her Uncle on her dislocated shoulder sent shooting pains flying through her body.

Her bandaged hands wrapped securely around the elder Schumacher, as Mick grabbed the wheelchair to help his father sit back down.

"Uncle Micky, you have to take it easy. You could injure yourself." Larissa spoke, sadness in her tone as she did so.

She knew why he had done it, since he had heard her grunt of pain and had wanted to help her and look after her like he used to be able to do.

It wasn't his fault about not being there for her and she knew that.

It wasn't like he could help the skiing accident that he had, since he had taken a then fourteen year old Mick skiing only for it to go horribly wrong.

She also knew that Mick had blamed himself for being the cause of his father's accident, because he had been the one to ask to go skiing.

Whereas Larissa blamed herself.

She had been supposed to have joined the two of them, herself but failed to go since she had suffered with her mental health plummeting, even as a teenager.

She had been standing on the edge of a cliff on the same day that they were supposed to be going skiing. If she hadn't of nearly jumped, she would have been beside her uncle and possibly would have been able to help him, or stop his accident altogether.

And she would never forgive herself for it.

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Larissa Kimi Cohen was asleep.

She was still residing in a hospital bed, and still had people switching to come and stay with her.

The night shift, belonged to none other than Yuki Tsunoda.

Who was also practically in a coma, fast asleep on the bed that was set up beside the hospital one.

Her hospital room door squeaked open as a very small amount of light invaded the room.

Footsteps slowly sneaked their way in to her hospital room before a figure dressed in black stood above the sleeping figure of the Brazilian.

Their hand gently stroked her cheek, before it moved to her hair, moving a stray piece out of the way of her closed eyes.

Their other hand was slowly pulled out of their pockets, a needle filled with clear liquid sitting inside of it. The hand that held the needle slowly moved towards the girls IV drip, hoping that neither of the two sleeping figures in the room woke up.

André Santos smiled grimly at the sleeping figure of his granddaughter as his hands moved towards the IV drip to change it so that he could inject her with the clear liquid.

He grinned wickedly as he was getting ready to insert it, until suddenly...

It all went black.

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A/N

sharing the trauma with all of my besties, hehehehe

What is happening, I wonder?

Honestly, your guess is as good as mine, because I honestly just make it up on the spot and as I go along.

As I do with every chapter, and book and plot that I have ever done.

So I honestly have no idea what is happening, until I start writing the next one.

ENJOY MY SPONTANEOUS PIECE OF SHIT!

Love you all

-RUBY