The middle girl

A dream (Addition)

  In my dream it was a memory of me and my dad. I was 11, I was in the kitchen making doughnuts with my dad.
  " Dad, can we put sprinkles on the cupcakes?" 11 year old me asked, waving my frosted hands in front of him.
  " Ya, ya, ya sure flower, just don't make my face frosted though!"
  " Stop calling me Flower! I'm 11 years old for god sake!" I complained, " Hannah told me that me and her are practically teens now!"
  Hannah was my old next door neighboor best friend, she went trough with me trough the tough time when my dad committed suicide. 3 months after she was diagnosed with Cancer and passed away in 2 weeks.
  " Ok then, Flower!" he smiled at me who was hissing.
  " What's with all the racket?" 12 year old Scarlett complained as she entered the kitchen.
  " We're making cupcakes Scarlett! Wanna join?" Dad smiled holding up a finished cupcake.
  " Ya... no thanks I'm gonna go to the mall with my friends." Scarlett rolled her eyes as she left the house without dad's consent.
  " Well that's ok! We can ask Layla. Is that a good idea, Flower?" Dad laughed with a slight of disappointment in his voice.
  " Sure," 11 year old me smiled pitying him.
  Dad left the kitchen wiping his frosted hands with a towel and went over to knock on Layla's door.
  " Layla?
  " What?!" Layla hissed annoyed.
  " Nothing Layla..." He answered sadly, his plan faling miserably.
  " It's ok dad, we can do this by ourselves!" I smiled cheerfully trying to cheer up his mood.
  " Yaaaa!" Dad laughed relieved, " now that's why your my favorite flower!"
  Embarrassed at his cheesy and sudden quote I hid away.
  " Whatever dude, I hate you..."
  Dad just laughed and patted my head.
  " What about we turn on the tv for some entertainment!" Dad offered turning on the Tv
  And in that moment everything changed.
  " Today at 1:00 AM the popular neighboorhood designer Macy Bucklewood who is amrried and has 3 daughters. Were caught with another man, they were holding hands and seemed to be in an intimate relationship." An anchor on the news on the tv gossiped.
   Dad's face paled white with shock of heartbreak broke my heart as I stared at him with shock, he ran out the door without saying anything.
  I remember waiting for him for the rest of the day, expecting him to come back, I held a cupcake, I had made especially for him.
  He never came back and instead my mom did, with the man. I asked my mom where dad was.
  The words mom uttered when I asked were horrible.
  " He's gone," She said with no sign of emotion.
  I had really hoped she didn't mean what I thought she meant..
  In the end I heard from Layla that dad had been shocked with disbelief and drove to the news station to confirm. The new station said they got the pictures from the paparazzi.
  Dad was so shocked he ran away somewhere. Hours later the police found out he had driven to the town mall the tallest building in the town, and had jumped off.
  A blur filled my mind until it shifted to Hannah in a black dress, whom was next to me as our eyes both filled with tears. 
  The tears filled my eyes blurring my eyes again and I ound myself in front of a hospital bed whoch carried Hannah. My ears listend to the dead stop of the heart moniter, I closed my eyes only to find myself in my bed.
 That was that, my dream, my nightmare, my memory.