goodbye

                                    

                                          
My dad has locked me in my room and seconds later I hear him slam the front door. I wait until I know he is totally gone. I have lived in this house for five years, I know every hiding place;  and in this case secret passageway. I know it sounds really cool, but, to be honest it's just a hidden "back door".
                          
I quickly scramble across my room and stood in front of my huge picture. It is so big it covers my whole wall.
                          
I stare at it for a second, just like I have thousands of times before. It is a picture of a beautiful woman crying and looking down at a red battlefield, there is a ghostly figure behind her and he is smiling at her weakly. This painting spooks me when I look at it. 
                          
I lift it carefully and pull it back towards me this reveals a small wooden door only about one meter high. I step through it and , crouching, I follow the dark tunnel down until I see a small crack of daylight I put my hands in it and pulled, I can just squeeze through.  
                          
I have come out in the middle of a dead hollow tree, about ten meters away from the house. 
                          
I run to the back door and open it (dad never locks it). I walk in and , seeing the fire still roaring, I grab a bucket of sand and chuck it over the fire. I poke it with a stick making Sure it's completely dead. Then with my hands I siv through the sandy ashes until I find the letter. It is burnt badly and I can hardly read it, but I can read it. I feel like the air has been knocked out of me. Then,  with horror I realise it has been knocked out of me! I have been pushed so I lie sprawled on the floor a hand clasped around my mouth, I gasp for air confused screeming with shock. 

                          
"Don't say a werd, y' hear me?" A Scottish accent whispers by my ear and let's his hand from my mouth.