The Suicide Note

It was all a lie..




I closed the door behind me and leant back on it to catch my breath, to find that my parents were staring at me angrily from the kitchen.

“And where on earth have you been, young lady!?” My mother shouted with a mix of anger and worry. My mum did the talking for Dad too.

“I was exploring,” I said, walking calmly into the kitchen and grabbing myself a glass of water.

“We were worried about you! You should have told us where you were going. Why are you all wet?” Mum said, panicking even more. I decided not to make too much of a fuss.

“I went out into the gardens and slipped over in a puddle as I was running home,” I rolled my eyes, sitting down on a tall wooden chair next to what looked like an ancient oven.

“Oh. Well you better be more careful! Are you hurt?” Mum rushed over to check.

“No mum,” I said, shaking away from her grip. I hated it when she was like this. Sighing, I said, “I’m going up to my room to get changed, I’m soaking.” I stood up quickly from the chair and walked down the hall. Muddy footprints were left behind on the cold tiled floor and I took off my wellies before I walked up the carpeted stairs.

I trudged into my room to find it comfortingly warm from the fire. Jeffrey must have lit it again before I came upstairs. I went into my bathroom and showered and dried my hair, changing into black leggings and my favourite jumper. Whilst I was putting on my socks, I heard a noise. It was like the sound of water dripping. I went to check if I left the shower on, but I hadn’t. My parents might be washing up, or maybe it was the pipes, I said to myself. The noise stopped as quickly as it had started.

I treaded down the hall and saw a set of stairs that I hadn’t seen before. The carpet was different to the red one on the main staircase, and this one was worn and I couldn’t tell what the original pattern had been. It was a muggy brown and thin from people walking up it. I decided to go and have a look. The house was silent and it discomforted me. I walked up the steeps steps, they began to twist round and round and I realised that this was the tower of the building. Tension grabbed me and I began to walk slower towards the tower. The steps seemed to go on endlessly but I soon reached the top.

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