The Death Of Me {Jamilton}

I Will Literally Strangle You

{Thomas's POV}

What did I never expect to happen? Well sitting in the nurse's office with an unconscious Alexander Hamilton was certainly not on my schedule for one. Honestly, it was the last thing I expected or even wanted to happen today, I was wanting to be having a debate with the guy, reminding him that he was an idiot. However, Mr. Washington had asked me to come with and help carry him to the nurse's office, only for him to tell me to wait till he woke up since he had to return to class and keep teaching.

It wasn't the fact that I was in the nurse's office that bugged me, nor the fact that I was missing class. It was the fact that the only reason I was missing class was all because of Alexander. He hadn't been at this school long, he transferred in about a month after the school year had started, and very quickly overtook my position as the top student, plus he was cocky and arrogant, you couldn't talk to the guy without wanting to punch him in his nose... At the least it was rather funny to see this short guy staring up at you in rage, he was only about 5'4, some people say 5'5, but he really was only 5'4, the shortest guy in the entire school. At least he wasn't trying to steal everyone's attention, because goddammit if people started liking Alexander fucking Hamilton more than me, we were going to have a problem.

"Oh, so the bastard woke up. Took you long enough." I sneered when I noticed him blink his eyes open.

"What the fuck do you want, Thomas?"

"To leave and never see your face again."

"Then why are you talking to me? Clearly, you were forced to be here, and I don't want you here anyway."

"You passed out during the debate, we have to do a redo whenever you're not gonna collapse on us. Thanks for that."

"Shit..." I heard him mutter, "Why are you still here?"

"That's a good fucking question, you entitled prick." I stood up, fixing the long magenta coat that sat over my school uniform, "I don't know what I was expecting from this, it's not like you know how to thank someone for making sure you're not fucking dead... There's a reason people always say the world would be better off without your attitude." I exited with those being the last words I said to him at that moment.

{Alexander's POV}

The world would be better off without your attitude. The world would be better off without you.

Fuck you Jefferson, Fuck. You. I am telling you from the deepest pits of my heart, I sincerely hate you with everything inside of me. The world clearly hates me and wants to end me, I learned that very quickly, I don't need you also telling me to off myself, or even just claiming other people want me to take myself out. I probably would, but I can't, my mother can't take another heartbreak, and I know that, so as much as I sometimes want to do something so selfish as to end the suffering, I can't help but think of how that would break my mother's heart, and then I realize that I can't.

When you go far enough to consider suicide, you start to think about the whole concept. 'Taking your own life' funny wording, wasn't it? Taking your life? Well, who were you taking it from? I should mention now that the correct answer is not yourself. Once you've taken your life so to say, who's going to miss it? Of course, the answers will be very different depending on who you ask, but everyone will always have one specific person they never mention, themselves. You won't miss your own life, but the people who will miss it, the people you care about, they're the people that you will be hurting for potentially months or even years all out of selfishness. I could be selfish, but I wasn't going to be selfish when it came to my mother, no way in hell would I do that to her.