Alex's POV
I paced my office tears streaming down my fast, no no no, I can't, this isn't my fault, it's not my fault, this is my fault. I stopped walking and looked at the dirtied mirror, I took in my ragged appearance, my red hair stuck out in all directions, my blue eyes were red and puffy, my skin was a sickly pale, my clothes were wrinkled and hung off my thin body, the dark purple shadows under my eyes. I'm not a horrible person, everyone makes mistakes, it was just a mistake... I looked at the letter on my desk, the letter confirming my sons death. I sobbed, I want to die. I grabbed a rope and tried to tie a knot but with my shaking hands it was almost impossible "stupid knots!" I hissed, "aw look Alex is going to whine!" I heard the familiar cackle of Thomas Jefferson, I flipped around there he was, but he was darker and larger than normal, "you don't deserve to live." Burr mocked, he's here too? "Why not kill yourself!" Adams sneered, "here have a sedative!" Lafayette joked cruelly, what? Why would he? "You're pathetic because you whine!" Philip spat "Your a*s is off the team." Washington snarled, "go on and b*tch and moan!" Angelica hissed, "you don't deserve to dream." Mulligan growled "you're gonna die alone!" Laurens and Eliza glared hatefully, I squeaked backing up, the mocking voices of everyone I have met encompassed me, I covered my ears. "STOP!" I yelled, suddenly it went silent. I began humming a lullaby, "I damaged but that doesn't make me wise... On the tiniest lifeboat full of people that I know... people hurt me or they vanish... I know that we could be beautiful... Shine a light."
