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?
