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"I don't know Raffaello, I just don't know…" I replied, still looking away. There had been a very long silence. 2 hours to be exact. And neither of us had spoken.

"Well, It's getting late. I'd better be getting home. Do you want me to come again tomorrow?" he asked.

"Or you can stay the night. I have a spare bedroom if you want to…?"

"Thank you. But no thank you. My wife will be wondering where I am."

"Ok then. Only come if you want to. Then we can have that little chat tomorrow, can't we."

"Ok. See you tomorrow then."

"Bye."

Alone again. I was tired and it was only 5pm.I wasn't particularly hungry but I was thirsty. I drove over to the fridge and got myself a cold, drink. After that, I decided I would go to bed. Fearing what I was going to see tonight, I drove straight up to my bed and within 5 minutes, I was out cold.

The dreams started off as just words.

"Hey, Francesco. What are we going to do tonight?" One of the voices asked.

"I don't know. Why don't we go down to the track and do bit of racing!" another voice said. Unmistakeably mine.

"Yeah!" Most of the voices shouted.

But one stayed silent.

"It's dangerous though Fran. I have heard of many race cars that have got hurt on that track."

"It's just a bit of fun and we'll be careful Luciana."

"Well, just to make sure. I want to come and watch."

"Yeah, fine." I said driving away.

Then the words were accompanied with pictures.

We were at the famous Monza race course at the Pista di Alta Velocita bank turn. We were getting ready to race. We started and were nearing the turn, and being inexperienced racers we didn't know to slow so we could keep control as we turned. Then it all went black again and all I heard after that was a scream of pain…

Morning.

I woke up yet again, crying. But this time it was different. I was scared and in pain, but I didn't know why. I'd never woken up in pain before, crying yes, but never in pain. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, it was too bright. I could hear people around me, but I was in my room, so how were they here?

"He's waking up!" One of the voices shout to others.

"Francesco, How do you feel?" Another started asking.

I dared to open my eyes, seeing that I was obviously not at home, I wanted to now where I was and why there and why were loads of people around me. As I opened my eyes, loads of lights started to flash forcing me to close them against the bright light.

"Francesco, look over here!"

"Francesco, What happened to you?"

"Why are you here?"

I was saved by answering these questions by a pretty little Volkswagen and a security guard.

The security guard was the first to speak.

"Everyone out! Come on! Francesco needs his rest." He shouted. I winced at the noise but was thankful that everyone was now leaving. With everyone gone apart from the guard and the Volkswagen, it was peaceful and I could open my eyes without cameras flashing in them every time I tried.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"I feel fine." I lied. I felt far from fine. "Where am I? Why am I here?"

"You're in hospital."

"Why?"

"I'll let the doctor tell you that. He will be coming soon."

I watched her for a while, still wondering why I was actually here. I watched her as she fiddled with the machinery and checked all the monitors. The doctor came about an hour after, just after she had just sat down to fill in some paperwork. I watched him go up to her and look at my notes. They then went out the room to discuss something. When they came back in, they had obviously been talking about why I was here.

"Francesco? Are you awake." I jumped at the sound and sharp pains hit my sides.

"Yes. I'm awake." I answered, still getting the sharp pains in my side.

"Oh. I thought you were asleep. You had your eyes closed and your breathing was pretty shallow…"

"Do you know why you are here?"

"No I don't."

"Well, you're house was broken into."

I was speechless, people had broken into my house. I had nothing valuable, so what would they gain from breaking into my house?

"They stole nothing, but their aim was achieved."

"What was their aim?" I think I already knew what their aim was but I wanted it to be confirmed.

"To hurt you."

I knew it. And now I knew why I was here. The pains, the press. It all fit together now.

"I'll leave you to rest now, call if you want or need anything."


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