More Like A Memory

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This chapter is dedicated to AFKGamer

TRIGGER WARNING: Depression, self harm

John POV

"Alexander!" I screamed breathlessly, running over to him.

Alex only stared me in the eyes, an emotion I had never noticed before flickered in his eyes.

Fear?

Desperation?

Dread?

I think it was a mix of all three. I had felt all of those things before, but I don't think anyone felt things the same way Alexander Hamilton did. Alexander was something special, at least to me.

He stayed quiet while I cleaned up his cuts. It looked almost as if he was in a different universe from anyone else.

I was almost done with his left wrist when he passed out.

FUCK

I called 911 as quick as I could, and waited, soon hearing sirens in the distance.

The doctors took him away, and I decided to walk to the hospital.

The air was cold, but I didn't focus on that. What drove Alex to do such a thing to himself? Was it me? Please tell me it wasn't me.

I realized I had arrived at the hospital, and stepped inside.

The waiting room was white and barren. It smelled of cleaning products and hint of something unrecognizable.

"JOHN!" A familiar voice yelled, ran up to me, and hugged me.

"M-Mr.Washington?" I stammered.

"Thank you so much for saving our son!" He yelled, tearing up a bit.

"Uh, y-you're welcome?" I stuttered.

We sat down next to each other, and it was mostly silent except for the occasional thanks from Alexander's parents.

"U-Umm, can we get a nurse?" A doctor suddenly walked in, holding a clipboard. He had a worried expression painted on his pale figure.

"What did he do now?" An old lady inhaled.

"H-His dick is s-stuck in a Pepsi bottle..." The doctor answered breathlessly.

"PIPER, NO!" The doctor screamed, and ran away.

The old lady followed him.

Okay I know my best friend/crush just tried to kill himself but what the fuck?

A few minutes later, a different doctor walked in, "Alexander is ready."

His parents stood up.

"You can come along too," Mr.Washington told me.

I stood up.

We stepped in the elevator, and just stood there in silence.

I noticed the architecture of the place was quite unprofessional. It wasn't overdone, like my school, but it was too simple. I mean, you aren't usually focused on architecture when your best friend/crush could die, but you could at least try a little harder.

We exited the elevator, and entered Alexander's also poorly done white room.

I almost passed out when I saw Alex. He wasn't unconscious anymore, just looked terrified. And when he saw me, his eyes widened and I saw that same emotion from when he looked at me in the bathroom.

"Alexander!" His parents yelled in unison, running over to him.

"Please go," Alex said quietly.

"What?" His parents inquired.

"I want to talk to John," He mumbled.

His parents looked at each other, nodded, and left.

"A-Alex?" I stuttered.

"John,"

I walked over to him.

"Why did you do this?" I asked breathlessly.

"Because I felt guilty,"

"For what?! You didn't do anything wrong,"

"Eliza and I, w-we... I hated pretending with her. I don't think she did it for me. I think she did it for herself,"

I kept listening.

"I know you have feelings for Martha but-"

"I don't,"

"You don't?"

"I just told Eliza that because I knew she wouldn't keep it a secret,"

"That's understandable,"

"The truth is, I love you, Alexander," I spoke softly.

"I love you too,"