My Key

Kill or be killed - its the story of my life. On my twelfth birthday my father handed me a key. He told me to guard it with my life. That afternoon there was a knock on the door. My father told me to run and hide, and to call grandma if he doesnt come back. I hid under the staircase, but i left the door open a crack so i could hear what was happening. My dad paced across the room. Suddenly two burly men burst through the door. They asked him where the key was. He tried to reason with them but they wouldn't have it. That day, from our little closet under the stairs, I watched my father beng stabbed to death. Thos two men who killed my father, are now out to kill me.