A blog for Chantelle Paige stories, written by fans :)
We only have one story at the moment that i just started writing, but if you want to write one email me at @chantellesouthuk@hotmail.co.uk and i will add it on here for you <3
Chantelle rose from her bed slowly, holding her hand to her forehead. She couldn’t remember what had happened the previous day, but there was now a small scrape on the side of her head. She felt it softly with her fingers, and then walked over towards her mirror in the corner of the room. Chantelle tucked her hair away behind her ears so she could see more clearly, a curious look spread across her face. She didn’t remember that being there when she went to bed. She thought for a moment and then decided it would be best to just leave it; it was probably nothing serious anyway.
She glanced out of her window and noticed the beauty of the day; children were playing in the small park opposite her house and couples sat on the small wooden benches holding hands, with their heads resting on each others. Chantelle placed one hand against the cold class in front of her and sighed, she wanted somebody to hold her and love her like that.
Eventually the cold glass seemed too tempting and she leant forward cautiously and pressed her head against the window. It soothed her sore cut and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes shut slowly, her face deep in concentration. A tear dripped down her pale cheek softly and fell with a light splash on her window sill. She groaned and dragged herself away rubbing her eyes; this was all becoming too much for her. Putting her hands in her dressing gown pockets she ran out of her room and downstairs, where the rest of her family were sat together in the living room discussing something quietly. When Chantelle walked in they stopped talking and turned towards her.
“What’s going on?” She asked turning to her father who sat in the far corner of the room with his head resting in his hands.
“Nothing, nothing” he replied putting on a smile for his daughter who stared teary eyed down at him. “Sweetheart, more tears?” He stood up and started to walk over towards Chantelle, who was standing in the narrow doorway. She backed away, putting her arms in front of her and telling him to come no further. She breathed in and then spoke slowly.
“What were you all talking about?”
“What do you mean?” Her dad asked folding his arms, but Chantelle just raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes.
“I’m not a little child dad, I have a right to know what’s going on” The sharp tone in her voice shocked her dad and he looked over towards the rest of his family. Her mom and Savy sat on the small sofa, with her brother at their feet cross legged. They all stared at her, there was love in their eyes yet sadness and worry still filled they’re faces.
Savy stood up cautiously and walked over to Chantelle bringing her close for a hug. They both stood there for what seemed like an age, crying and letting short apologies fall from their lips. When Savy stood back she wiped her eyes on her sleeve, it reminded of Chantelle of when they were both younger, when Savy would hurt herself and she would comfort her and tell her everything would be alright. A warm smile fell across Chantelle’s face as she remembered those times and looked down at her little sister.
“I love you so much” Savy spoke inbetween sobs “All I want is for you to be happy, please tell me what’s wrong so I can help” Chantelle just shook her head and tried to reason with her sister, nobody knew what was going on, not even she knew. But Savy ran past her and up the stairs.
“You never tell me anything anymore” She shouted as she ran “You’re having all these troubles that you don’t tell anyone about. Where’s the sister who told me ‘we can get through anything together’ ?”
Those words crushed Chantelle’s heart; she sank to the floor and curled into a ball, hugging her knees tightly to her. She cried out meekly.
“We can get through anything, I meant what I said. I don’t know what to say Savy, please forgive me. I’m so sorry…please”
But there came no reply, just the sound of a door slamming shut. Chantelle stayed still, her tears turning into angry ones as she clenched her fists and hit the floor next to where she was sitting. The pain shot through her arm and she rested it on her lap, squeezing her eyes shut. There she lay. She didn’t move, she didn’t speak and she didn’t look up. Her mom walked out of the living room and fought back her tears as she looked at her, what was happening to her beautiful daughter?
Her mom’s words rang out in Chantelle’s head; “You know you can tell me anything”. Did she really know that? Her mom had always been there for her, that she knew. But she also knew that there were some things she could never tell anyone, not just her mother.
-Flashback-
The air was freezing cold and the street dirty. The small underground club was at the end of this street, why she hadn’t turned around then she did not know. She kept going, fighting through the torrents of wind pushing her backwards. Piper had told her earlier that day that they were going to meet there and just have a night of fun before they flew back to the US.
She reached the door and two tall men moved out of the way to let her go through. Chantelle stopped and looked down the steps to the club; she glanced around but couldn’t see the guys anywhere. She pulled her jumper up away from her wrist and tried to read the time off her watch. 10.45pm, she was slightly early – they hadn’t agreed to meet until 11. So, she didn’t think much of it as she walked down the stairs and walked to the bar to order a drink. After she had ordered, the man next to her moved closer, she could smell the strong alcohol in his breath and tried to turn away, but he grabbed her arm tightly.
-End of flashback-
Chantelle heard herself gasp, and then fall forwards onto her hands and knees. She could still smell the smoke and alcohol; she could still feel the man’s ruff hands on her skin. No matter how much it scared her she still wanted to remember more, because deep down she knew that more had happened.
This was how her brother found her; he rushed over and helped her to stand up slowly. He kept asking her questions quietly, yet Chantelle could still hear the panic in his voice. To each one she replied that she was fine, she had just fallen and tripped whilst trying to get something off the shelf. He didn’t believe her, but he also didn’t want to raise the subject again.
He walked her over to the bed and helped her readjust to a comfortable position. Nothing hurt, but her heart was beating so fast she couldn’t concentrate on what the rest of her body was doing. After a few minutes she weakly told her brother to leave and that she would be fine on her own. With that he left, but refused to go any further than the next room just in case anything else was to happen.
©Maddy
The snow fell steadily outside Chantelle’s bedroom window. There was nothing for her do there, at the beginning the snow had been exciting, beautiful even. But now it was just annoying. Cars were still lining the streets outside her house where people had abandoned them and she hadn’t been able to get to the shops in two weeks. She rose from her bed next to the window and walked over to her desk on the other side of the room. She sat down on the cold seat and switched on her computer. As it loaded she leaned back in her chair and sighed, wrapping her dressing gown around herself more tightly. Eventually the computer flashed and the usual welcome sound rung out through her room. Chantelle jumped slightly and leaned forward to try and turn her speakers down. It was only 4am and the rest of her family were still sleeping.
Chantelle had woken up shortly after 2am and lay awake for hours trying to find sleep again. But for the past few weeks, sleep had just been not an option. What with Flipsyde touring Germany and Austria recently, it hadn’t done wonders to her sleeping pattern. She was now used to rising very early and sleeping late, it had just become the norm. After the tour had finished she’d spent a few hours in the LA studio to record another song and then gone to visit her family before her hectic schedule began all over again. She logged onto Myspace and began reading through all her comments; she smiled to herself as she read down them. She read each one carefully, making sure to reply as best she could. This is how life had been for the last 3 years, it was nice to know even when she was having a bad day there were people out there, from all over the world, who could cheer her up instantly. After she had been replying for about half an hour she felt her eyes beginning to droop, her need for sleep finally overcoming her. She placed her hands on the desk and pushed herself upwards, tapping the monitor off as she went. Chantelle walked over to her bed slowly and flopped down, her soft pillow bringing a welcoming feel to her head. She hugged her quilt around herself and softly fell asleep.
Chantelle didn’t awake until she heard her mum calling her from downstairs. She sat up in her bed and grumbled slightly as she stood up; mornings were not one of her things. As she stepped cautiously down the stairs the smell of hot coffee filled her nostrils, she shut her eyes and took a deep breath in, taking in the scent welcomingly. When she opened her eyes she found her sister Savannah standing at the bottom of the stairs laughing quietly to herself “What are you doing?” she asked still smiling.
Chantelle laughed in return and explained that she didn’t know, but her need for a hot drink was the only thing pulling her forwards. Savannah shrugged and walked through to the kitchen, followed by Chantelle close behind. She saw her mum sat at the large table in the centre of the room.
“Hello sleepyhead” her mom said standing up with a warm smile and walking over to hug Chantelle.
“Hey mom” she replied, returning the hug thankfully.
“Have a good sleep?” her mom asked.
Chantelle groaned at the thought of her disrupted night “It was alright, just got a few things on my mind that seem to want me to remain awake for eternity” she replied in a sarcastic tone, slipping down into the chair next to where her mom had been sitting. She laid her head to rest on the table, the cold glass soothing her warm head. Her mom came and sat next to her and brought her arm around her body.
“What’s wrong sweetie? You know that you can tell me anything”
“I know” Chantelle replied meekly “but the truth is, even I don’t know what’s wrong”
Her mother looked concerned and leaned forward whispering into her ear “Well, whenever you need to talk I’ll be here”. With that she rubbed Chantelle’s back slightly and rose up from her chair, walking out of the room.
Chantelle watched her leave and then stared down at the cereal that had been placed in front of her. She began to absentmindedly spoon it into her mouth, she didn’t even know what it was, but it tasted like paper in her mouth. She stopped halfway through, and pushed the bowl away from herself and stood up. She exited the kitchen and began climbing the stairs again, but whacked her toe lightly on the first step. She felt a silent tear drip down her face, it hadn’t even been that painful, but she just couldn’t hold in the tears any longer. What was happening to her?
©Maddy
