Camy0nce
Cammy is Unbreakable
Hamilton looked at his feet. He was pale, tired, resigned. "Yes, Mr. Washington?" he whispered.
Washington sighed, and studied Hamilton, "What happened." He asked, clearly knowing something was up.
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Hamilton looked at his feet. He was pale, tired, resigned. "Yes, Mr. Washington?" he whispered.
"Eliza." He mumbled, before cuddling him again. "What shampoo do you use?"
Washington sighed, and studied Hamilton, "What happened." He asked, clearly knowing something was up.
Hamilton didn't reply. He didn't need to. His life already fell apart at the seams. "When do you leave?" Alexander asked.
"Late tomorrow." He repiled, "Now answer my question. What happened?"
Hamilton shook his head. "More of the same. Eliza's depressed beyond anything I can help. I feel empty. Just alone. Alone as always." Alexander didn't mention that he was going to move.
"Did you talk to her?" He asked, "You probably did, but did you listen is the question." He said, and started walking, grabbing Hamilton's hand. Washington sighed, "I can't help but wonder if this is my fault."
"It's not your fault." Alexander whispered. "It's mine. I'm the fuck up." Alexander yanked his hand away. He didn't want to be touched. He didn't want to be talked to. "Of course I listened. But nothing I could say or do could fix anything."
"Your not the fuck up, for what you started from, you've made it farther than anyone else expected, and now I'm just leaving you.." He sighed. "Are you sure about that, she loves you Alexander, there's always something."
"Not anymore. We're both barely people any more. Just... shells..." Alexander looked away from Washington. "We can't love each other when neither of us loves ourselves."
"Then, use Eliza to make you love yourself and vice versa for you." Washington suggested.
"That's not how it works, Dad." Alexander muttered. He then caught what he had said and his eyes watered. "I have to go." Alexander said hurriedly before turning and walking away quickly.
Washington grabbed Hamilton before he could walk away. "Then how does it work, Son." He replied, and kneeled down, "I want to help you."
"You can't anymore." Hamilton whispered. "You're leaving." Hamilton let a tear fall down his cheek. "Doesn't matter. I'll be gone within the month anyway."
"I can still help you before I go.. Wait.. Where are you going Hamilton..?" Washington asked.
"Either to my grave or to a new foster home." Alexander mumbled. "Social worker caught drift of me getting kicked from my last fosters. He's gonna move me soon. If he doesn't I might just kill myself. End all the pain and hollowness. Stop the endless uphill fight I'm facing." Alexander seemed to get paler the more he spoke, as if each word was a step closer towards his own demise.
"Hamilton.. If you kill yourself. Son.. I will come to you in the afterlife and beat you back into your body." He said, and frowned. "You shouldn't be saying that.. I care for you.." He pulled out a letter, "Read this sometime."
"No point in reading anymore. No point in fighting. There's just no point." Alexander was shaking like a leaf. "Why fight when there's nothing left to fight for?" Alexander felt faint and weak.
"Theres always something to fight for. What did you say to Burr..? "What are you waiting for? What do you stall for?" So what are you waiting for Alexander, waiting for someone to take you hand and walk you through life." He asked, and sighed.
Alexander was starting to have issues balancing. He seemed out of it. "Burr... Burr has every advantage in life... rich, white, American born... he's going places... I'm just fighting to my grave... fighting to dig six feet under..." Alexander stumbled despite not walking and fell to his knees. His eyes were cloudy and unfocused. "Just dig a grave and climb in it. I was born in a hole and I've been digging for sixteen years. When you're in a hole stop digging. I never stopped digging. Thought I could dig my way to the other side of the world. Can't dig any more." Alexander looked at Washington weakly, his eyes darting around Washington's face without any sort of focus. It was clear he was having a psychotic episode of some variety. "Dug too deep and dad left. Dug too deep and mom died. Dug too deep and my cousin died. Dug to my son's death. Now I'm just digging to dig. Six feet under. Sixteen years under. Sixteen years..."
Washington picked up Hamilton and started walking back to his house, "Just rest.. Just rest please.." He whispered. Washington was extremely worried about him, he just listened to him as he talked, talking about the past, he hated about hearing about it, but he didn't want worry or stress out Hamilton even more than he was already.
Hamilton was still, limp in Washington's arms, but his eyes kept darting about and he kept mumbling nonsense. "Why he'd do it? He didn't leave a note. I just walked in one day to see him hanging from the ceiling. What did I do to him? Why? No note, no reason, no signs...." Alexander's voice had become strained and pleading. "Mom, Mom was holding me, I told her she'd be okay, I told her she'd be okay, she wasn't okay, she died, I couldn't understand much but I could feel her pass as she held me, it was all my fault," Alexander began to weep hopelessly. He couldn't control his mind anymore. It was going a hundred different directions all at once. "Pneumonia affects lungs... Square root of negative one is i... why did Dad leave? Hale needs to be walked, Obama is in his second term, ribosomes turn mRNA into proteins, Eliza hates me..." Words spilled from his mouth with no connections, no explanations. He hadn't been sleeping well, and the amount of loss he was experiencing had sent him over the edge.
Washington opened the door and let him on an aeromattress, he put a blanket over him and just listened, "Hey.. Just relax." He whispered, and listened to him, he set the letter down next to him, "Just take a nap.. Please Alexander. Please son.."
The word son made Alexander snap out of it. He looked, frightened, questioningly up at Washington, utterly devastated by the word "son." Alexander curled up in the blankets and sobbed bitterly. He was terrified of his own mind. "I'm so alone, Dad." Alexander whispered. "So, so alone."
Washington frowned and hugged Hamilton. "Your never alone.. I promise you.." He whispered, holding back tears. He looked at Hamilton as if he was his own son, for the first time he actually meant son more than ever, he wasn't just saying it to make him feel himself and Hamilton feel better. He felt tears roll down his cheek.