Hamilton's Diary Except....

Alexander Hamilton

The entry is written in crayons
Daddy left today. Or 'him'. He doesn't deserve the term Dad. Not anymore.
I don't understand! Why did he leave?!
I'm so mad. My brother went with him. He begged me to come v with him. Ha! As if!
Mommy is crying. She cries a lot now. I am too because I don't know how to make her stop. I wish....I don't know what I wish... Just....Something....or something....

TWO YEARS LATER

I don't feel well. I've been sick before, but this is different. I feel strange. I should tell Mother. My skin is not supposed to turn yellow, is it? I woke up with this. That's not normal, right?

TWO DAYS LATER

The writing is sloppy and shaky

I'm scared. Mother fell sick too. We're both huddled together. Are we going to survive this? Our breathing is short and uneven. Our hair is lank and unwashed and our bones are becoming more and more prominent.

I'm so scared. What if Mother doesn't survive? She can barely talk or do anything. What if I had to live with someone else?

Stupid me. Ha. Not gonna happen. Mother is tough. She'll pull through.

FOUR DAYS LATER

The writing is sloppy and smeared with tear stains

No...It can't be...this has to be a terrible dream...

Mother is cold. Cold as ice. She won't move. I tried to see if her heart was beating. Nothing. It's silent in there.

First Dad left. Now Mother is dead.

ONE WEEK LATER

We're living with a cousin of hers now. It's ok, I guess.

ONE YEAR LATER

The page is smeared with tear stains again

He hung himself. Now we're totally alone.

I've gotta find work. I have to fend for myself. I'm so scared.

I have to go sell stuff so I can get food.

SOME TIME LATER WHEN HE IS WORKING FOR THE CRUGER PLACE

So the Cruger place people said I'm good at math or something and now they have me doing a lot of work. I'm so glad.

TWO YEARS LATER

I got put in charge of a trading charter!!! I'm actually doing fine on my own!! Mother would be proud!!!!

THREE YEARS LATER OR WHENEVER THE HURRICANE HAPPENED PLZ CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG IN ANY AREAS

I haven't slept for a week. Or has it been a week? I don't know.

Every time I try to close my eyes I see waves. Just waves and waves of water. I've been scared before, but nothing quite compares to this. I should be dead. Why did I survive? I just can't seem to die. I wish I could. What is here for me?

HAMMY THEN STARTED WRITING XD

SOME TIME AFTER THE PEOPLE FOUND WHAT HE PUBLISHED

I...I can't believe it. Some guy saw what I scribbled and now some people are telling me to go to the Colonies. Oh, and I guess I also got a scholarship? Anyway. I'm heading to the colonies soon.

It's better there. Or so they say. Well, I'm not a sissy!! I'm Alexander Hamilton, and I'm not throwing away my shot!!!!!