Taking A Final Stand

Chantal LeBlanc, a 14 year-old from Toulouse, France, has been bullied all of her life. She's finally had enough. She's changed schools, MJCs (a program for French students who are interested in extracurricular), and towns, just to get away, but it's no use. She's decided to move to London, England, where her pen pal, Niall Horan, lives. Niall's heard about her amazing musical talents, but now, he gets to see it for himself, as she has to audition, in order to enroll in a performing arts school; the exact same performing arts school that Niall attends. Will she rise above and beyond the obstacles that lay ahead? Or will she fall so hard, she can't see the light , at the end of the tunnel?


18. Something's Wrong

I grab my switchblade, and dart into Niall's room. I lock the door.  Tensing my wrist, I open my switchblade. I start slitting my wrists, until both my arms are covered with blood. I wince at the pain, but cry because of what they said. I grab a pen, and a piece of paper, and write:

Dear Boys,

I'm sorry. For everything. I let you guys down. You guys thought I was so... carefree. It's not true. I'm insecure. Today just set things to a new level, and it was only my first day. I don't want to go back there. I'm too scared. I'm sorry boys.


Chantal Renee

I continue slitting my wrists, until someone knocks at the door. I hide the switchblade, cover my wrists, and put the note on Niall's pillow. 

"Who is it?" I ask, through tears.

"It's Zayn. Let me in." I open the door, trying to hide my wrists. I hide behind the door. 

"Chantal, Niall wants to know if we-" but he finds the note, before he could finish the sentence. He reads the note, and tears well in his chocolate brown eyes. "Guys, get up here!" All the boys rush upstairs, into the room.

"What's going on, Zayn?" Louis asks. "Why are you crying?" 

"Something's wrong with Chantal." He hands them the note. "I found this on the pillow, when I went to go and ask Chantal if we could go to Nando's." 

"Well, where's Chantal?" Niall asks, after reading the note. He's on the brink of tears. I can tell.

"I don't know." He answers. I slip out from the door, hiding my wrists.

"Chantal, what's going on?" They ask, in unison. 

"I don't want to talk about it, right now." I reply, but I know they're going to find out sooner or later. "Let's just go to Nando's." We all run out of the room, and go to the Jeep. Off to Nando's we go!

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