Sleepwalking - Pierre Gasly

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The world spinnend around you. The only thing was the ringing in your ears. You stared blankly at the screen. Slowly you heard the screams. You got sucked back into the real world, but you still couldn't move. You looked at the car who crashed into the wall. There was no movement. You saw the car go up in flames. The marshalls tried their best to put down the fire, but it didn't work. You heard people say your name, but you didn't respond. You could only stare at the screen, while you felt your heartbreak more every second. He was gone. There was no way he could make it out of that car alive. You could only hope for a miracle, but you knew better then to hope. You saw what was right in front of you. Nobody could save him. They could try all they want, but he was gone. The tears started to roll down your face. You felt numb. The screams became louder. You slowly turned your head and saw how his mom broke down. You saw how his best friend yelled at people to get more help. You just stood in silence, looking at how your boyfriend slowly burned away. Memories with him came into your mind. The moment you first met, your first kiss, when he said "I love you" for the first time, the first race you went to as his girlfriend, every single moment came back to you as if it was a movie.

You shot up, covered in sweat and tears. You looked beside you and saw that he wasn't there. It was like your heart stopped beating. It wasn't a dream? 'Pierre?' you asked. There was no answer. You threw the blanket of your body and walked around the apartment. 'Pierre?' You checked the kitchen, the living room, the balcony and the gaming room, he was no where to be found. You made your way back to the bedroom, where your phone was. You took it off the charger and called Pierre. 'This is Pierre, I can't answer the phone right now. Leave a message after the beep.' You started the panic. No... It was a dream. This couldn't have happened to him. You called him again and again and again, but every time you got the same message. You decided to call Charles. He could tell you were Pierre was. They were close friends.

'Y/N? Is everything okay? Why are you calling me at 2 am?'

'Pierre... do you know where he is?'

It was silent for a moment. You started to feel the tears burn in your eyes. 'Please Charles. Tell me that it isn't true...'

'Y/N, what's going on?'

You started to pacing around the room. 'Tell me the truth Charles...'

'I have no idea what you're talking about Y/N. Where are you? Do I need to come to you.'

'Pierre, is he dead?'

'What?'

'Pierre, did he die? Did he crash his car and burned away?'

'No Y/N, what are you talking about?'

If Pierre wasn't dead, then where in the world is he?

'Are you at your apartment? I'm on my way right now.'

Your thoughts started to race. Why couldn't you remember if he went to bed with you? Why was everything so confusing right now?

'You have to say it again,' you mumbled to Charles as you sat down on the floor in the bedroom.

'I'm almost there Y/N. Pierre isn't dead. I still don't know what you're talking about.'

You leaned against the bed and looked at the white wall in front of you. 'I feel like I'm losing my mind,' you mumbled. Charles started talking to you, trying to calm you down, but the words didn't stick with you.

'Can you open the door?' You suddenly heard him say.

You made your way to the front door and opened it. Charles was looking at you with worry on his face. He had never see you act like this and he had no idea what was going on.

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