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night I was so close to that brown bag that I could almost smell the leather and could see the cracks underneath the buckle. It felt like the man in the car was shouting directly into my ear and I could feel his breath against my cheek. ‘ Take this and burn it. Do you hear me? Burn it! ’ I shuddered as I remembered.
    The pain in my head wouldn’t go away so I made my way over to the sink, poured a glass of water and took two painkillers.The sun wasn’t shining like it had on previous days but it was still very warm: I could feel humid air come in through the open window. The backs of my eyes burned as I rested my forehead in my hands and waited.
    ‘What’s wrong with you?’ asked Mum as she came back inside, carrying cards of paint samples.
    ‘I have a headache,’ I muttered. It was out of my mouth before I had time to think, and Mum had grabbed her phone and gone out the door before I’d even looked up. I knew that as soon as she’d walked far enough to get coverage, she’d call the doctor. You didn’t say the word ‘headache’ to Mum. Because my dad had died of a brain tumour, she insisted that you couldn’t be too careful when it came to investigating any sort of head pain. Once I’d come back from a gig with a throbbing headache, probably from standing too close to the speakers, and she’d made me go see the doctor the next morning even though I was fine. It was so annoying.
    ‘It’s nothing!’ I shouted when Mum came back, raging that she was sending me to the doctor again.
    ‘Well, the doctor will be able to –’
    ‘Mum, it’s just a headache!’ I went to storm out past her but the two of us got jammed in the tiny space. I tried to move by but we both went the same way and my bum bashed off hers.
    ‘Stop laughing!’ I screeched as I tried again to push her out of the way. But Mum couldn’t stop, and soon her giggles turned into giant belly laughs and I was trying so hard not to laugh that my eyes were watering.
    ‘Fine, I’ll go to the bloody doctor!’ I said when I’d eventually broken free, unable to contain my smile any longer.
    Mum was busy organizing stuff for the house so I spent therest of the day alone, playing my guitar. I sounded pretty good as I’d been practising so much lately. At least there was one advantage to being totally bored.
    It was warm in the caravan that night. I lay on top of my blanket in my white string top and pink pyjama shorts, staring at the ceiling. The road was eerily quiet. Not one car had passed in the last hour. The only sound was Mum’s slow steady breathing. I reached for my phone to check the time. It was 2.15 a.m. and sure enough Emergency Use Only shone out from the corner of the screen.
    I tried to sleep but was too warm to get comfortable. I sat up, slipped my feet into my pink Converse trainers, and tiptoed over to the door. Mum shuffled a bit in the bed but didn’t wake. I shut the door softly behind me.
    It was a lot cooler outside. I walked across the grass towards the house, sat down on the damp ground and stretched my legs out in front of me. I’d customized my trainers with little silver studs and they sparkled in the moonlight. It was a relief to breathe in the cooler night air. The caravan’s ability to lock in the summer heat was really something. I ran my hands through the long tufts of grass and shut my eyes. I took in a deep breath of fresh air and gradually exhaled. And that’s when I heard it. A sound that made me jerk upright.
    I stood up and listened closely. It was coming from round the back of the house. Slowly I walked towards the noise, suspecting it was some sort of animal. I tiptoed so as not to scare it. The sound seemed to grow quieter as I got closer and the scraping became a soft scratch. I turned the corner into the back garden and scanned the darkness but I couldn’t seeanything. I listened more closely. It sounded like digging. It was coming from the far left-hand corner. I crept past the cement mixer and