Hamilton Oneshots

I Loved Him.. (A) |Pheaker|

I just came up with this idea at like 3am but I didn't want to get my tablet to make it cuz my cat was sleeping on me.

Somewhat Pheaker

George Eacker's P.O.V

"Un, duex, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf"

I heard Mrs. Hamilton and her son saying together. 

"Good..." I heard her voice crack as she sounded like she was trying not to cry.

"Un, duex, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf.."

Her son, Philip Hamilton, stopped reciting the words halfway through.

"Sept, huit, neuf... sept, huit.." she sounded so desperate. The tension in the room was thick. Nobody dared to speak.

I heard a heart wrenching scream coming from Mrs. Hamilton. I noticed Mr. Hamilton, her husband, was silent the whole time. To say I felt awful was an understatement. Words cant express how much I regretted every second of the duel.

I accidentally shot Philip Hamilton at 7. It was out of pure fear and anxiety. I thought he would shoot me at first, that's why I shot. But it turns out he was aiming towards the sky. Regret and sorrow was bottling up inside me when I figured that out.

So now, here I am. Waiting outside the hospital room. Too scared to go in and face his parents. I had to hide whenever I saw them run inside. My heart broke as I heard his last conversation with his parents.

                                     Flashback

"Mr. Eacker!" Philip said nervously. "How was the rest of your show?" I scowl at him. He just challenged me to a duel and now he's trying to talk to me. "I'd rather skip the pleasentries, let's go." I replied bitterly. I may have been a bit too harsh on him. He's only 19 after all.

"Grab your pistol." I say dully. I tried my best to make it seem like I wasn't scared, when I actually was about to explode out of anxiety.

"Confer with your men. The duel will commence AFTER we count to ten." I nod as we both turn around with our guns.

"Do I really want to do this? I mean... I still love him.." I thought to myself while my heart was pounding.

"One"  the crowd starts counting.

"Stupid, Eacker, stupid! Why would you agree to this duel then?!" I thought to myself in shame.

"Two"

I start noticing the little things around me, like a bird, a stray leaf on the ground, the rough concrete underneath my feet.

"Three"

I start nervously darting my eyes around the crowd. One second I'll be looking at a tree, the next I'll be looking at a patch of grass.

"Four"

My anxiety is starting to go above the roof! I really don't want to die. Not yet. But I don't want Philip to die either.. 

"Five"

It felt like an out of body experience. I couldn't control what I was doing. I grabbed the pistol closer and turned around. It felt like a dream. Is this a dream?

"Six"

I aim the gun at Philip. I couldn't control what I was doing. My hands start shaking.

"Seven"

I could finally control what I was doing. But my hands were still shaking out of fear. Trying to control my hands, I accidentally pull the trigger.

I heard a defeaning gunshot then a thud. The crowd goes silent. I hold my breath in, silently praying that I missed him.

I saw his second run towards him and yell for a medic.

My second pats me on the back and starts guiding me back to my house. Did he have no remorse? I definitely had that. But he's just walking away like nothing.

I push his hands off mine and runs towards Philip. I can't hear anything but my heart pounding in my chest like it's going to pop out any second now.

I finally get to him. I see a pool of blood and an unconscious Philip. I felt tears threatening to fall. I try to hold it in, but the longer I look at the body, the more I feel them start to prick in my eyes.

My breath is shaky. I see a medic come and put him on a stretcher. Then I see them load him into the ambulance. It would be weird for the person that fucking shot him ride with him on his way to the hospital. But I need to be there. So I run behind the ambulance.

                  End of Flashback

I'm still sitting outside the hospital room, after that bloodcurdling scream.. I would guess Philip already died. As much as I wanted to go and burst into the room, hugging his lifeless body(woah there Eack, calm down) and apologize over and over, to him and his parents.

I wish I never talked crap about his father. I should have just left it. I did feel bad for Philip after the Reynolds Pamphlet.

"I still love him..."