Incandescent.
Extremely angry
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Beep, beep, beep....
Charmaine sat beside her older sister, who was laying in bed with a set of lifeless eyes. It was not just her eyes, really. Her entire body was lifeless, except for the weak pulse of her existence.
Chantelle, why did this happen to you? You do not deserve this... Charmaine thought, grief overwhelming her. She was brought back to the sight of her body before and could not help but wince.
The day before...
Chantelle fell into his arms right before her head hit the floor. Her face, which was covered in hair, was difficult for her new friends to identify, as they did not know her well enough at that point of time. When he brushed the hair away from her face, he looked as pale as a sheet of paper.
"Call the ambulance..." He muttered, but nobody heard him and they were too stunned to move. "Somebody call the ambulance." He repeated himself, his voice louder this time.
Charmaine leapt for the phone, dialling the ambulance. She kneeled beside her sister. The image of blood trickling down her neck from her head and the wounds all over her arms and legs would not, and probably never, be erased from the ten year old girl's mind. The trauma will forever be etched in her mind.
Back to reality...
"If he wasn't such a bad father, none of this would have happened." Charmaine spat in fury, staring at the teenager laying on the hospital ward bed. She felt no remorse for blaming her sister's plight on her father. It was, after all, his fault.
Moments later, Chantelle's group of new friends, Edward, Victoria and Julian, entered the room to pay her a visit.
"Still haven't woken up?" Julian asked.
Charmaine shook her head, lowering her head. Victoria went over to her and put her arms around the girl lovingly. It felt strange to the young girl, to have someone other than her kin to hug her. However, as strange as she felt, she also felt a sense of warmth and care, something she had yearned to feel.
Charmaine gave Victoria a sad smile and hugged her in return. Unable to bottle her emotions, she broke into silent sobs. Victoria comforted her and patted her back gently.
"Will she ever wake up?" Charmaine asked, her voice, cracking.
Victoria was stunned by the child's question, "She will, okay? Hold her hand. She'll wake up because she loves you a lot and wants to protect you." Victoria urged, putting the ten year old's hand on Chantelle's palm.
Although Charmaine was old enough to know that Chantelle would not wake up just because she held her hand, she complied. The action brought her a form of comfort. However, she did not expect to feel a weak and gentle squeeze. Charmaine's face lit up. She raised her head to check if Chantelle's eyes were open. Much to her delight, they were.
"Sis Tilly!" Charmaine exclaimed in delight. She followed her first instinct, which was to give her sister a tight hug.
Upon the sudden tackle, Chantelle playfully exclaimed, "Oof!" Despite her fatigue, she returned the hug. "Why? Did you miss me because I'm not in your room?" She joked.
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Lovely Melody
Adventure"You can sing a Lovely Melody, But is music your only remedy?" Every person has their own set of problems. However, we may have different coping methods and mechanisms. Music, singing in particular, was Chantelle Melody's escape. It was in her blood...
