Jamilton, a game

Chapter 4: Laf's parents

Laf's POV

"That was a lovely thing you did for that boy, I'm sure he thanks you greatly."

  "There was more I could've done for him... but I did what I could. It was simply what my parents and brother would've wanted, along with my hearts desires." I walk off to go to my room. 

As I walk down the hall there is pictures of my family, of my brother growing up, of my parents from when I was born to how old they were when they died. I look at them for a moment, then I continue to walk. I walk to the bedroom that would have been their room, but is mine. As I look around at more pictures of them I jump on my bed and lay down.

'hhh.... I hope you're proud of me... it was hard coming to America. luckily our helpers were willing to batch for being my parents so I could have this place. Otherwise it was either live in an orphanage and fire them or live on the streets... I'm a lucky guy.."

I stare at the ceiling as if they are on a cloud of heaven looking down at me.

"I helped another kid today. This time he was in my new school. Poor kid had his favorite thing taken from him. It was a teddy bear that represented his mother after she passed away. That poor boy, then the bully broke it... I feel awfully sorry for the boy.. I was thinking on my way home that... I tell him my story.. and maybe give him the necklace you two gave me. It would hopefully make him happy again."

I look at the shut door and giggle. i feel happy, but tears also fill my eyes as I feel like my parents are listening. I feel like they are in the room listening to me speak to them, and my brother too, as if they are right above me, or right next to my bed. Just listening.

"I always wear the necklace... and the boys. The bully was Thomas Jefferson. I'm sorry to the parents of that boy, and the bullied.. his name was Alexander Hamilton. If there are any Hamilton's in here then I wish to say that I will try to get his bear back. It hurt me deeply to see him weaken so much in one day. I will try, I promi-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP   

"Ugh not now! I'm trying to talk to my family!"

I run over to my backpack in the closet which has a ghost detector in it. I try to shut it up when it says that there are 4 ghosts behind me in the room. I slowly turn around to see information popping up with an outline and a few features of the ghosts. I quickly plug it into my computer to see it all better and get all the information at once.

"Heh.. m-mom.. d-dad...  M-Michel" I tear up a lot after I can see their faded faces on the computer, I look over to the other ghost. It looks different. Definitely not a relative of mine. "The name... Rachel Hamilton... Hamilton. Are you the mother or relative of Alexander Hamilton?"

I look at the screen, Rachel comes closer and closer, it's almost creepy the way that she won't stop getting closer. I want to back away but decide not to. I see that she is suddenly right in front of the computer. I then remember another way that has worked for me before. I turn around with a mirror, then I tell her to stand right by the window, there is a small break of sunlight through the clouds before there is a chance of it raining again. The sunlight shows her perfectly, as if she were still alive. 

"Wow... you're beautiful. I'm so sorry a beautiful woman like you had to go down with a sickness."

Rachel looks like she's giggling. I can't hear her though, so I bet I can only as yes and no questions.

"So, are you Alexanders mother?"

Rachel nods her head. She looks over across my room and I look too, I see the teddy bear that I own. Then I look back at Rachel.

"Yes, I understand. I promise that I will try my very, very hardest to get that back. I understand that it meant much to him."

She nods her head again, then takes notice to my necklace around my neck and nods again. I understand that she's acknowledging it and I raise it to show her more. She gestures that she's going to come closer to look at it, so I won't be able to see her in the sunlight any more. I nod my head and put the mirror down as I turn around.

"Heh... maybe I'll see you and mom in my dreams tonight dad... maybe even my brother as well..." I tear up a lot more and start to cry. "I-I'm sorry that I'm so pathetic... I-I feel so p-pathetic when I c-cry in front of y-you... It's just s-so hard to know th-that I can't h-hug and feel your w-warmth and l-loving arms-s.. I'm t-trying to s-stay s-strong.. but it's d-difficult. Whenever you d-do hug me I just feel c-cold..."

I sit there and cry for a few minutes. But then I hear a creak in the door. "heheh.." I think about wiping my tears, but whether they are wiped away or not it'll be clear that I was crying. What I do next is shut my computer, after it is shut I walk over to the door quietly. I suddenly open the door and all of my helpers are there at the door, they all scream of how sudden it was.

"Hahaha I knew I heard something." I walk out of the room.

"We're sorry sir. We just, heard the crying and couldn't help it, we actually were just about to knock on the door to ask if you were alright."

"I believe you, but you all do know how I feel about eavesdropping."

"No please sir we weren't! We just got to the door!"

"That I don't believe. I know you were there the whole time, I heard you there."

"But if that was personal, then why didn't you come to the door earlier, didn't you not want us to hear you?" 

"I didn't. But when one gets distracted by their parents then they forget the fact that one or multiple may be eavesdropping on their conversation with the dead."

"Sir," another helper starts. "How do you know that thing actually works? We hear you talking to someone who isn't even there."

"They are always there. That's why I talk. In the hope that they are... I would like to be left alone."

"One more thing. Would you like your dinner in your room tonight?"

"No, I shall eat with all of you as usual."

"Yes sir." All of them leave and go back to their way. Some decided to continue working, others decided to rest. All but one "servant" leave. 

"Is there anything you need from me?"

"No sir.. I just.. I just wonder if you needed to talk or anything.. the way you were talking tells me that you may need to discuss something, but you just don't know who to trust with it.."

"....You're correct.. I don't know who to trust. It's hard to trust anyone when you've lost all of your family with no one left... but if you wish, I will tell you one thing."

"If you want me to be your trustworthy servant, then I am."

"You all are not servants. You are my helpers."

"Yes sir."

"Anyways. I saw my parents again. It was nice to see them. I just wish they were still alive..."