The Suicide Note

It was all a lie..

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1. ARRIVAL

 

It was winter when we moved house. My parents and I had decided to move to a small and rural area, in the midst of forests and the countryside. I was sixteen and glad to be moving. The first glimpse of the house I had was as we were driving through the old village. It sat on a large hill next to a wonderful wide lake, and was the biggest house in the town. It was said to be over one thousand years old and I couldn’t wait to explore it, but it all felt so familiar. It was large and grey, old bricks were covered with vines of plants and it looked rather magnificent. I looked around me as we entered the rusty black gates which protected the house. The dark and muggy evening had settled and the moon was beginning to come out.

We opened the car doors and went to collect our luggage; which we had an awful lot of. The house moving lorry had been and gone and we walked to the front door. My mother took hold of the big, brass door knocker and tapped three times. After a bit of a wait, we heard the door being unlocked. A tall, frail man with grey hair answered it. He was wearing a posh black suit with a white shirt and a bow tie.

“Ah, you must be the Godfrey’s. Welcome! Welcome! Come in,” He said, in a low and smart voice. He opened the door widely and smiled whilst he welcomed us inside.

“Pleased to meet you Mr-” Dad started, with his hand out, ready to shake his.

“Mr Adams, if you please. I am the caretaker and waiter of this house and am glad to finally have a new family to serve,” Mr Adams said, he shook my father’s hand joyfully. “Let me take all of your suitcases and show you to your rooms.” He bent down and managed to take the majority of our luggage. He and my parents made small talk to make it less awkward. I looked around me and saw that the old gothic-style house was just like those in old films; grand staircases with red carpets and dark, perfectly polished brown wooden floors and bright chandeliers that dangled gracefully from the ceilings.

Following Mr Adams, we began to walk up the grand staircase which was in the centre of the room. We then took the stairs to the left and got onto the landing on the 1st floor. My parents were ahead of me, and I trailed slowly behind as I glanced around the house, curious to explore it.

“Mr and Mrs Godfrey, here is your room.” Mr Adams said happily. He unlocked the door with a small bronze key and took their luggage inside. I peeked inside behind them and saw large, four-poster bed opposite a large mantelpiece with a fireplace below it. The crystal chandelier made the room feel atmospheric and warm, and very posh!

“Thank you, Mr Adams, for all of your help tonight.” My mother said gratefully.

“It’s a pleasure, Ma’am. Goodnight.”

“Night, mum,” I said in a quiet voice.

“Goodnight Niamph, see you in the morning.” My mother replies. You could hear the tiredness in her voice, so Mr Adams and I left them to it.

We walked further along the hallway and found ourselves in front of another set of stairs. We walked up them quickly and stood in front of an old wooden door. Its handle was gold and engraved with detailed patterns, and the keyhole was large and worn down from its uses. Mr Adams took out his many keys and picked out a big golden key, as if it were the key to the secret garden. Slowly, he unlocked and I opened the heavy door.

“Woah,” I said, in awe of the large room. I had all of this to myself!

Mr Adams smiled at my amazement and walked over to the large fireplace that stood boldly in the centre of a wall.

“You may get cold in the night, so I can light the fire if you like?” He asked me.

“That would be lovely, Sir,” I said.

“Da- Jeffrey. Call me Jeffrey.”

“Well, that would be lovely, Jeffrey,” I laughed. I watched him put coal and logs into the fireplace and gazed as the flames began to grow taller and taller. Jeffrey stood up to leave and walked to the door.

“Goodnight, Miss Niamph,” He said and closed the door as he walked out.

In astonishment, I looked around inside my new bedroom. This was so big; I didn’t realise how big it was going to be. I lied on my new bed, which had the comforting smell of new linen and my old pillows. I promised myself that I would tidy all my belongings from the suitcase into my new room in the morning. I got my pyjamas out of my old gym bag and got changed into them. I turned off the light and got in my new bed. It was so soft and comfortable. I watched the flames dancing together and soon enough I was fast asleep.It was winter when we moved house. My parents and I had decided to move to a small and rural area, in the midst of forests and the countryside. I was sixteen and glad to be moving. The first glimpse of the house I had was as we were driving through the old village. It sat on a large hill next to a wonderful wide lake, and was the biggest house in the town. It was said to be over one thousand years old and I couldn’t wait to explore it, but it all felt so familiar. It was large and grey, old bricks were covered with vines of plants and it looked rather magnificent. I looked around me as we entered the rusty black gates which protected the house. The dark and muggy evening had settled and the moon was beginning to come out.

We opened the car doors and went to collect our luggage; which we had an awful lot of. The house moving lorry had been and gone and we walked to the front door. My mother took hold of the big, brass door knocker and tapped three times. After a bit of a wait, we heard the door being unlocked. A tall, frail man with grey hair answered it. He was wearing a posh black suit with a white shirt and a bow tie.

“Ah, you must be the Godfrey’s. Welcome! Welcome! Come in,” He said, in a low and smart voice. He opened the door widely and smiled whilst he welcomed us inside.

“Pleased to meet you Mr-” Dad started, with his hand out, ready to shake his.

“Mr Adams, if you please. I am the caretaker and waiter of this house and am glad to finally have a new family to serve,” Mr Adams said, he shook my father’s hand joyfully. “Let me take all of your suitcases and show you to your rooms.” He bent down and managed to take the majority of our luggage. He and my parents made small talk to make it less awkward. I looked around me and saw that the old gothic-style house was just like those in old films; grand staircases with red carpets and dark, perfectly polished brown wooden floors and bright chandeliers that dangled gracefully from the ceilings.

Following Mr Adams, we began to walk up the grand staircase which was in the centre of the room. We then took the stairs to the left and got onto the landing on the 1st floor. My parents were ahead of me, and I trailed slowly behind as I glanced around the house, curious to explore it.

“Mr and Mrs Godfrey, here is your room.” Mr Adams said happily. He unlocked the door with a small bronze key and took their luggage inside. I peeked inside behind them and saw large, four-poster bed opposite a large mantelpiece with a fireplace below it. The crystal chandelier made the room feel atmospheric and warm, and very posh!

“Thank you, Mr Adams, for all of your help tonight.” My mother said gratefully.

“It’s a pleasure, Ma’am. Goodnight.”

“Night, mum,” I said in a quiet voice.

“Goodnight Niamph, see you in the morning.” My mother replies. You could hear the tiredness in her voice, so Mr Adams and I left them to it.

We walked further along the hallway and found ourselves in front of another set of stairs. We walked up them quickly and stood in front of an old wooden door. Its handle was gold and engraved with detailed patterns, and the keyhole was large and worn down from its uses. Mr Adams took out his many keys and picked out a big golden key, as if it were the key to the secret garden. Slowly, he unlocked and I opened the heavy door.

“Woah,” I said, in awe of the large room. I had all of this to myself!

Mr Adams smiled at my amazement and walked over to the large fireplace that stood boldly in the centre of a wall.

“You may get cold in the night, so I can light the fire if you like?” He asked me.

“That would be lovely, Sir,” I said.

“Da- Jeffrey. Call me Jeffrey.”

“Well, that would be lovely, Jeffrey,” I laughed. I watched him put coal and logs into the fireplace and gazed as the flames began to grow taller and taller. Jeffrey stood up to leave and walked to the door.

“Goodnight, Miss Niamph,” He said and closed the door as he walked out.

In astonishment, I looked around inside my new bedroom. This was so big; I didn’t realise how big it was going to be. I lied on my new bed, which had the comforting smell of new linen and my old pillows. I promised myself that I would tidy all my belongings from the suitcase into my new room in the morning. I got my pyjamas out of my old gym bag and got changed into them. I turned off the light and got in my new bed. It was so soft and comfortable. I watched the flames dancing together and soon enough I was fast asleep.

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