Brown Flowers- Hamilton Oneshot

(F) (A) Welcome To King's College-Lams

"Alex get up for school! You're gonna be late!"

I rolled off of my side, so that I was looking directly at the ceiling. I take deep breaths trying to calm myself.

Damn. I've been going to school for fucking months, everyday feels like the first day.

The day is currently residing on the thirty first of October, or Halloween. The worst day of the year to
me.

I didn't always feel like this, but Halloween always rested in a special place in my heart. The darkest place in my heart.

A few years back, my fathers walked out on my family a few days before. She was crushed. He was everything to her. Her sun, her joy, her everything, but his departure from the family was only the tip
Of the iceberg when it came to fucked up things happening in my family. When my brother was walking back from trick or treating, he didn't see her. The man, I mean. The man driving to notice the little boy in his favorite super hero costume.

After the accident, my mom didn't even have time to mourn because she realized that she had to take care of her son and my brother. James.

She doesn't tell me, but I know it's hard for her. It had to be. James needs so much care and love, that's it drains her. She's not as happy as she was a few years ago. She's harder on me, and everyone else, which is understandable, but she's also not as humble as before. She's always on alert, which causes her to be sucked out of what's going on right now.

She can't cross the street without looking around at least five times. If she ever sees anybody going over the speed limit, she gets so tense, that she can't concentrate on anything.

It breaks my heart seeing her like that. Struggling to care for my brother. She also has multiple jobs. One at night, one during the day on the computer, and she has a 'stand by' job. Pretty much something extra she does when she has time.

Not only was my father a huge piece of shit for walking out, but the son of a bitch also left us with a bunch of debt. He did a lot of dumb shit when he was younger, and he was very careless. Of course it had repercussions. My mother has been trying to pay it off forever, and it wasn't until eight months ago that she could finally pay it all off, but that only ended up digging us in a seemingly never ending hole.

James needed a ton of stuff to help him live. At first we thought that he was going to die, so we put him in hospice comfort care. Now normally the government has you covered on hospice, since your life is about to go out, but no. Not for us. They forced us to pay for everything. The bed. The monitors. The oxygen. Everything. Thankfully now he's on, but with his medication, wheel chair, feeding tubes, and constant visits to the doctor, it's almost impossible for my mom to keep up. I got a job in a movie theater to help my mom out, but I know it does nothing. Between the bills, the equipment, food, and other necessities, my mom is constantly on her toes.
She can never get a break.

Well, there's my story. Do what you want with it.

"Alexander Hamilton, if I have to go in there!" My mother booms from downstairs.

I finally pull myself out of bed, and go to my bathroom.

I turn on my light, blinding myself in the process, and begin to brush my teeth.

I hear my mom coming up the stairs, but I just take my time. If she yells at me, she yells at me.

She finally makes it to my room, and stomps into my bathroom, stopping at the door. "Did you hear me calling you?" She asked me crossing her arms over her chest.

I spit out my toothpaste. "Maybe.." I say slowly.

She sighs and shakes her head. "Hurry up ok? You're gonna be late!" She says turning away to leave. I nod, and start to brush faster.