Johns POV
I looked over my shoulder seeing Alex coming in the classroom with his hair covering one of his eye and a big bruise on his freckled cheek he has a dead look in his beautiful voilet-blue eyes.
I was about to go over him but class started, in the middle of class Alex quickly asked to go to the bathroom.. thats weird..
Alex POV
In the middle of class my anxiety went up so the second i left the room i ran to the farthest bathroom grabbed my bottle only realizing i only had one pill left i take it and looked at my others EMPTY!! Crap! I cant afford more meds! I grabbed my knife and slashed my already cutted wrist, I sighed trying to calm down then i started to quietly sing one song my bother used to sing with me
"I may not live to see our glory, but ill gladly join the fight, and when our children tell our story, they'll tell the story of tonight..."
I calmed down, and walked back to class, i just wanna go home...
RINNNNG!!!
I grab my small satchel my notebook and walked out of the classroom i stopped by my locker, grabbing a book and running outside for lunch i sat next to a tree, and started reading..until i looked up from a distance i saw Laurens and his friends laughing i sighed grabbing my phone, earbuds played one of my favorite song (The one up there) and started drawing i ended up drawing my mom i really miss her....
TIME SKIP!
RINNG!!!
I run out of the school all the way to my house
Srry its so short its like 5 am
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Distance //Lams//
Historical FictionAlexander Hamilton a 15 year old bi, broken, poor, Orphaned teenager, from Nevis, helplessly in love with his bully, John Laurens the things that keeps Alex alive is his box filled with stuff that belong to his mother, singing, and John but John wil...
