Lams stuff

Mother

A/N: Thanks to Catcookie24 for the suggestion!
Warning: this fic is about the awful sickness that Hamilton's mom died cuz of so it might not be for u if u have a weak stomach.
Trigger warning: Hamilton's mom dies if u didn't already figure that out by now
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I lay on mother's bed with her, James is laying beside us on the floor. I rolled over to face the ground that James wasn't inhabiting, desperately trying to hurl, to get rid of this awful feeling in my stomach. The attempt was unsuccessful. I rolled back over to face the ceiling and groaned in pain. The strong stench of sick wasn't helping at all.
I felt myself lose consciousness as I began to drift off to sleep, my eyes fluttering closed.

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I felt someone weakly grab my arm, I opened my eyes to see that it was mother...but something seamed..off about her. She looked like she was struggling to say alive, straining even. She smiled weakly, it looked like it hurt as she held me close to her and sang me a lullaby. It was one she would sing for James and I when she wanted us to go to sleep or when we were feeling sad. The song was a calming one, it would sooth every nerve in my body, but now it sounded like a funeral march, sad, slow, empty of positive emotion.
Something is wrong.
I opened my mouth to speak, up she stoped me.
"So beautiful, so smart, so brave, so talented..."
I herd those words a lot from other people, but now every word seamed to punch me hard in the stomach. My eyes filled with tears. Mother held me closer and continued to sing the lullaby.
And as she sang the last few notes...the last few words, her voice's sound faded along with the life in her eyes.
No..
Her grip on my arms loosened as they went limp.
This can't be happening...
Her eyes were torturing me with that lifeless stare, her mouth still open from her song.
No no no...
I shook her. Nothing. Not a a single sign of life.
"James..."
"James get over here.."
I heard him groan as he stood up and stumbled over to me. He looked at me. He look at mothers lifeless body.
"Is she.."
"Y...yes..."
I felt like I was vomiting out the words, not being able to hold them in.
James and I looked at each other.
This was real.
Mother was never coming back.
Never..

I wanted to cry
I wanted to scream
I wanted to throw a tantrum
But I knew none of that will help..

I sighed

I wish she were still with us.