The Death Of Me {Jamilton}

So Maybe I'm Fucked, Thanks For The Therapy Though

{A/N: Above is Talk To Me by Cavetown, consider it a theme song for this chapter if you'd like, because I certainly do :)}

{Alexander's POV}

I glared at that 6'2 tower of magenta, then began to speed up, even if I was going to have to deal with him a bit more than I would like to with this new ridiculous deal where he would help me--to be honest, I'm just expecting him to screw me over in the end--I wasn't going to start acting all buddy-buddy with him, no way in hell. Thomas Jefferson was a soul-sucking, magenta-clad, egotistical nightmare, and I wasn't going to be kinder to him than I need to be, let alone be his friend.

I could feel that my body had tensed up, and I was grinding my teeth a little bit. I let out a huff, my eyes focused directly ahead of me, and I hurried down the pavement. Thank god it didn't take long to reach the school, I just needed to get in there and to my locker, I didn't want to go directly to class, no, Mr. Washington would likely notice my stress and question me about it, he always tried to talk to me like he was my father or some shit like that, well if he could realize for once, I'm not his son, my father was a dead beat who left my mother and me by ourselves, but that wasn't even all, he didn't just leave us to struggle by ourselves, no, no, that's too merciful, instead the bastard had to also leave us with crippling debt that was owed to some loan sharks plus a divorce settlement. Dad--no, that word wasn't right for him--James Hamilton, he had left us just shortly after we moved to New York, I had heard him and mom arguing, they mentioned two distinct things, divorce, and some secret family in Maryland.

Shit, now not only was I thinking of Thomas Jefferson's ego but also James Fucking Hamilton and his inability to be a decent-ass father, how about someone come beat me up or something? I think that be a nice ribbon atop this absolute shitty start to my day!

I was scowling to myself, muttering under my breath about just a couple of the many issues I had to deal with, only to feel something brush against my shoulder, I jumped, as anyone would if they had been caught off guard like that. I turned to see who was there, and whether or not touching my shoulder had been an accident.

"Hey, Alex! Are you okay? I wanted to check up on you... You looked a little tense." A girl I recognized as Eliza Schuyler--my boss, Angelica,  from the Machizone's sister--asked, a concerned look upon her gentle features.

"Oh... Eliza... Yeah, I'm just peachy right now." I answer a bit stiffly. Did Eliza deserve me being a bit of a bitch? No. No, she did not. Was I in the mood to think over how I spoke? Absolutely not.

Clearly, my answer hadn't satisfied her, as she proceeded to grab my hand and drag me out the doors and to a bench just outside the school. She sat me down beside her and looked at me.

"Alex, I know we haven't spoken much, but I genuinely want to get to know you better and be your friend," She informed me, "So, as someone who hopes to be your friend, I want to know what has got you so on edge."

I sighed, "Honestly, there is way too much shit happening to unpack it all right now..." I admitted to her.

"Well, in that case, is there anything that happened today specifically you want to talk through?"

My gaze drifted down to my feet, and I fiddled with my hands a bit, "I'm just dealing with a lot right now, everything is riding on me... I-I need to take care of my mother, everything we own is riding on my paycheck, and now I need to deal with Thomas Jefferson because it's my only option to deal with how little money I have, and I Cannot handle him!" Once I began talking, the words wouldn't stop coming out, very much like whenever I was writing, "I wouldn't even Have to deal with all of this, and have everything depending on me alone if that deadbeat I'm supposed to call my father could've just been a decent fucking person and not Abandon his wife and son!" Suddenly I had completely frozen up, it was like time slowed for a few seconds, did I seriously just say that?

Eliza's concern increased, and she gently hugged me, "Hey, hey, it's okay..." I don't think she had realized that I meant it when I said I had A Lot going on at the moment, I hadn't necessarily explained all of it, but I did tell her most of it.

Before I could even try to stop them, the tears came, silently slipping down my cheeks, it was all far too much for me, it wasn't fair, why did this kind of thing happen? It didn't happen to everyone, but it had to happen to me? What fucked up deity up above looked down, pointed at me, and said this one, I want to terrorize this specific one, I'd really appreciate a name because I'd like to eventually give them a very friendly punch to the face.

"It's not your fault that this stuff is happening, I know I can't understand these types of issues, but it'll be okay in the end... Everything will turn out okay in the end if you just try to focus on the positives." She gave a small gentle smile, "Don't be afraid to talk to me if you ever feel like you need to vent, I'm here for you. You'll always have a friend in me, Alex."

After a moment she let her arms drop back down, and I quickly wiped my face with the back of one of my hands, "Thanks, Eliza... Guess it'd hard to remember sometimes that I'm not entirely alone, I've never really had friends before, and you don't have to tell me how pathetic that sounds..."

"It's not pathetic. It's sad."

"Please, don't pity me for it..."

"I'm not giving you pity."

"Huh?"

"I'm pitying all those kids in the Caribbean who lost out on a really cool friend." Eliza flashed another smile and then stood up, walking back into the school, leaving me to head in whenever I was ready.

I sat there in silence for a moment, her last words echoing through my mind when a smile came to my face, and I laughed, man, she could be a really good therapist if she wanted to be one. I'd probably be her first client if I had the money to afford therapy in the first place.

Regardless, Eliza, thank you dearly, this really helped me to know that I have a friend who's willing to help at the drop of a hat.

{{A/N: Hey guys, I know to a lot of people that I probably don't have many reads, but the fact that even a couple of people are enjoying my writing is really great, so thank you. Anyways, as for this chapter, the beautiful Eliza makes her entrance. Thank my friend Lyds for this chapter if anyone, because without her I would still be staring at a blank screen with an intense bout of writer's block, she gave me the entire idea for this chapter. As always, following, voting, and commenting would be greatly appreciated to even be considered! Have a lovely day/night people!}}