This Is The End (PUBLISHING)

Chapter 03

Letter 03

Dear Hide,

I'm sure you saw me making cookies with Carla, and I ended up wearing the apron you made..It broke my heart when I saw it, when the glitter from your name tried to run away..

I almost imagined that it was running to find you.

Hide, I want to believe you're still out there. You didn't die, you couldn't have. I wish, just for a split second, you could respond to me. Why the hell did you even do it?

I just want to cry, and I know..This is the third letter in one day...I'm sorry.

But...

This is the first time I had enough courage to try to contact you..

I won't stop, I promise..

Chapter 03- Our Favorite Winter Treat

"East! Carla!" My fathers voice echoed throughout the house as he shut the door with his feet and dropped the keys onto the floor. I watched him smile, pick up the keys, and place his bags onto the counter.

"Did you and Carla make cookies?" My father asked me, as I slowly stood up from the couch and walked over to him.

I nodded, taking two from the cooling plate. I handed one to my father and took a big bite out of the other cookie. He took a small bite out of his cookie and smiled at me.

"You really are an amazing cook, son."

I smiled, turning away from my father with blushed cheeks.

"Daddy!!!"

Carla came running down the hall, right into fathers arms. He swallowed his cookie bite and swung Carla around in his arms.

"Princess! How was school today?"

He placed her onto the floor and tapped her button nose. "It was fun! Amber and I make blanket forts during recess!"

My father chuckled, ruffling her hair and turning back to me. "I heard about your day too, East.."

My eyes slowly met his, which were angry and full of punishment. "Breaking down in front of crowds of people is not acceptable."

I sighed, looking away from him and taking another bite of my cookie.

"East, you don't understand how much these universities watch. Seeing a breakdown like that could affect your entrance into a reputable school."

"I know, I know.." I said in annoyance, as I began to walk away. That sounded so fake, any university who wouldn't want to take me in just because of an overload of human emotions after the death of someone close to me, doesn't deserve me at their university.

"Don't you walk away from me. This conversation isn't over, East."

I turned back to my father and stared at him. "Okay, talk then.."

He cocked his eyebrows and curled his hands into fist as he stared at me. "You know well that your mother is asleep, keep your voice down.."

I rolled my eyes at him, "I'm not the one getting loud over a mental breakdown. These things happen, Dad!"

My father was silent for a second, looking away from me and his fist slowly uncurling.

He took a deep breath and walked over to me.

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I looked down at the floor and shut them. My father wrapped his arms around me and smiled.

"East, I know you're hurting.."