Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Mental [JAMILTON]

it won't be long now is stuck in my head help
btw i got the idea for this plot from another jamilton oneshot book, so i feel like i'm stealing, but i'm NOT ITS OKAY EVERYONE USES MENTAL STUFF AS PLOTS ITS OKAY IM NOT GOING TO GET ARRSTED
jared i need a paper bag - that was a bad reference

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a l e x

I walked into my room, sighing when I heard the door close behind me. One of the hospital employees said I was getting a roommate since I wasn't doing as bad anymore. I don't know what they meant by that. I was still hurting myself, still having flashbacks of James being killed in the hurricane that took away lives like a criminal stealing from a store.

Slowly, I made my way to a desk. At the desk, I began to hit my head. I did it again. And again. And again. And when it throbbed and hurt a lot, I made my way to the bathroom and saw the blood coming out. Smiling to myself, I admired the blood. It was so... beautiful. I wished I was James. I wanted to be dead.

"Alex?" Came a voice outside the restroom door. I opened it, surprised to see Laf, my closest friend here. He took one look at the large gash on my head and began to try and stop the blood, "Alex, what were you thinking?" He asked, making me sit on the bath.

"I dunno," I whispered truthfully. He took toilet paper, wet it, and placed it to my forehead. I looked down at his employee tag, which said 'Lafayette.' He was a volunteer here, "Will I still get a roommate?"

Laf looked down at me from the sink, where he was mixing antibiotics from a locked cabinet, "Yeah. I think that roommate might be able to help you."

"Why?" I ask, kind of nervous and curious now.

"He's your type." Laf says quietly, winking at me. At the wink, I practically have a heart attack. How does Laf even know I'm bi?

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The next day, after Laf came in and changed my bandage on my forehead, I was pulled out of my room with all my personal belongings and pulled into a new one. The employee left me alone for a bit, so I could get ready. Then I heard a knock at the door and it creaked open.

"Alex? Are you feeling alright? Excited?" Laf asked, smiling at my face, which had a smile on it. I nodded. I had made sure to put all my stuff on one side of the room so my roommate could have the other side.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed.

"Are you ready to meet your roommate?" Laf asked.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed again.

He opened the door wider and a boy, probably my age, dark brown poofy hair, and a broken smile walked in. He was at least a foot taller than me. Unfortunately, Laf was wrong though. This boy was certainly not my type. He looked rich and full of himself. Nope. No.

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t h o m a s

The boy on the other bed didn't listen to me when I said, 'hi' or when the nice staff member, Lafayette, told him to listen to me and answer. On the way to the room, Lafayette said he could see himself inside of me and then proceeded to list all the traits he could see in me. Most of them included hair. We had a long chat about our hair products.

"Hello?" I say again once Laf leaves with a huff. The boy finally turns to me. He has large, good-looking eyes.

"I'm Alex." He says softly. I nod in response, but then decide I should answer.

"I'm Thomas." I answer softly back. He nods slowly.

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a l e x

Laf comes into the room to say goodnight to me. He says it to Thomas to, but when he says it to him, the love doesn't show. He kisses my nose softly before leaving. I smile. He acts like my dad, even though he's not. I do not have a problem with it since my original dad left me.

I began to go to sleep, but I hear sniffles coming from Thomas's bed. Is he... crying? Of course he is. Everyone here cries before they sleep. I used to, but then I became immune to the late night sadness and felt annoying trying to get Laf's attention with screams. He always calmed me down.

Maybe Thomas needed someone to calm him down...

"Tommy?" I ask, softly slapping myself quietly because I hate the name.

"Go away, Alex." He replies softly.

We talk to each softly a lot.

I get out of bed, ignoring what he said. The cold linoleum floor feels cold on my feet as I walk from my bed to his bed. Under Thomas's covers, I feel warmer than I do in my bed. It's strange. When I turn around, I scream. His face is in my face and tears are falling down his.

"I said go away!" He says loudly. We both sit up, but I look down to the covers, as if they can save me.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to make you feel better." I say loudly back.

After a few moments of silence, I decide to look back up. When I do, his face is softer and his arms are pulling me into a hug. His arms are warm, just like how it is under his covers.

"Sorry." He mumbles.

I hug him back, placing my hands around his neck, "It's okay."

We fall back down onto the bed and fall asleep like that. Peaceful.