Ruined (Laurette)

1: Love

Love had found me and I was lost in it for a while. All up until heartbreak welcomed me with open arms, my life was fine. I was fine. Growing up with an absent mother and racist father, love was something that I had never thought about. There was nothing but bitterness in my family. Every maiden that I had ever met didn't catch my attention. So I gave up on women and turned to men. Secretly of course. Some men were charming, others were boring. There was only one man that was able to show me love and that man was Alexander Hamilton.

From his looks to his ambition to his intelligence, I was lost in him. Every word he'd speak was music to my ears and every smile he flashed was harmony in my eyes. After sending letters back and fourth, I began getting to know him. I knew his flaws, quirks, mistakes and his mind. I loved him more than life itself. I needed to protect him. So, I let him go. I let him go marry a maiden which he loved dearly. It hurt so much. So much that I wanted to die.

But I didn't.

After devastation rained heavily, I went to war with my dear friend Marquis de Lafayette. Alexander was fighting as well in the bloodiest battle we had ever faced. Fighting for freedom was the only thing on my mind. Bullets would constantly fly by my skin, but it didn't faze me. I fought with all my heart and soul. Until I spotted Alexander. I thought about what I had lost and I wanted it all again. I was selfish. I was miserable. Holding my hand out to his turned back, a bullet entered my abdomen.

"Laurens! What the hell are you doing?" I heard a solider scream.

''I-I'm s-s-sorry!" I barely whispered, picking my up gun, only to collapse to the ground.

Lafayette noticed my injury and began covering for me.

I looked around for Alexander, only to hear him scream four words that broke me, "Eliza, I'm coming home!"

Those four words made me realise that he had moved on from me. His love with Elizabeth was so strong that she became his motivation to fight.

My eyes became heavy, my body weakened and my mind became hazy. I knew it was time for me to die.

But I didn't.

The red coats had retreated at some point during my daze and I was being carried by Lafayette at a fast pace. That's when I finally felt he pain of my wound and screamed. The pain was pure agony.

"Merde! Hang on Laurens! Don't you fucking close your eyes okay?" Lafayette yelled, in a worried was intense tone.

It was hard to comprehend what he was saying but I obeyed. I clutched onto my wound and tried to stay calm.

"Mon ami, you'll be okay. I'm getting you help!"

I thought I needed Alexander Hamilton in my life.

But I didn't.