Abigail Hamilton

Chapter 1: America?

  Dear Diary, 

   Alexander and I have just moved into our cousin's home.  The death of our mother weighs heavily on our hearts. Each day I become more aware of our low birth status. We are bastard orphans living in the Caribbean. Alexander tries so hard to take care of us, but I know even he's worried about the future. sometimes, I wish I had died in the place of my mother. I must go, I've heard a strange noise coming from our cousin's office. I will write soon. 

                                                           ~Abigail Hamilton 

 I tucked my pen away leaving the pages of my drying journal open on the table. Cautiously I began to make my way down the hallway, wooden floorboards creaking underneath my weight. Slowly I open the door. 

 "Cousin, are you alright?" I question opening the door further

   My blue eyes pooled with tears a horrific scream leaving me. I shut my eyes sinking to the ground. Somehow I find the strength to rise, swaying on my feet at first. I run down the hallway, and out into the bustling street. I rush past carriages, people, and horses, but that doesn't matter now. I burst through the trading post door and up the stairs. I enter the office like a madman, tears falling down my face, out of breath, eyes wide, almost deranged. A hush falls over the room, all eyes on me. 

 "Abigail!?" I hear Alexander cry 

I try to speak but I cannot. little gasps leave my panic-stricken body. I can barely feel my brother's hands resting on my back, lowering me to the ground. 

 "Shh, Abi breath." He says whipping the tears from my ghost-like face

"Alexander." I whimper "Something terrible has happened." 

I feel his arms stiffen, I see his face become more serious "What has happened Abi?"

 "Our cousin, he-he." I struggled for the words "Oh Alexander." I wailed 

"Abi, he's what?" My brother pressed 

 "He's dead." 

Alexander hugs me tightly until I'm calm enough to journey back home. 

  Life changed for Alexander and me, once more. I remained in his care,  marriage proposals, and offers to buy me were met with adamant rejection. I didn't understand until much later, why he had rejected so many men. My brother did not want me to be treated like a common whore. 

  Alexander worked twice as hard, he spent more time in the trading post and slumped over a book reading and teaching me, than he did sleeping. With each passing day, we just tried to survive with what little we had. 

 Dear diary, 

     I've been praying to get off of this island, each day that hope dwindles away. Alexander is working so hard, it goes unrewarded. My brother will change the world one day, I just know it. I pray for a legacy. I pray for a war to fight in, so that I may die valiantly on the battlefield. Alexander tries to teach me and I try to learn, but I can never match his wits.  

  I wake up in the middle of the night, the image of my dead cousin hanging from the ceiling lifeless haunts my mind. I wake up trembling in fear after watching my mother die all over again. I don't sleep much, when  I do it's restless. I have taken to writing and reading to calm my mind. Alexander does not know and he never will, he is already worried about so much. 

                                                              ~Abigail Hamilton 

Wind and rain battered down on our small room above the trading post. I looked out the small window into the desolate streets as rain floods them. I jump back with a gasp as debris hits the window. 

 "Stay away from the windows, Abi. " Alexander instructed closing his book 

 I smiled weakly "Do you think, the hurricane will cause much damage?" 

He sighed "I cannot be sure, let's just pray that it doesn't." 

 The next day Alexander and I stepped outside. the balmy air made my dress stick to me uncomfortably. People everywhere were picking up their lives. Our island had been destroyed. 

 "Alexander..." I breathed "It's awful." 

"It can be fixed." 

Dear Diary,

   As if long days aren't enough, Alexander won't turn the candles out until late at night, he's been writing even more, now. My desire to leave this island grows each day, I feel a change of pace is coming soon. I hope it will not bring the death of my brother with it. 

                                                                    ~Abigail Hamilton

Alexander came rushing into our small home today, joy lighting up his face. He spun me around and kissed my forehead. 

 "Have you gone mad, brother!?" I asked 

 "Abigail!" He grinned blue eyes lighting up "We're going to America and I'm going to college." 

Tears welled in my own blue eyes "Is it so?" I asked 

 "Yes, it is, the Hamiltons are going to America!" He hugged me tightly as we both laughed 

 My mother's white lace gloves, the only extravagant thing she owned, adorned my hands. One was gripping my leather bag to my shoulder, the other was holding onto Alexanders' arm. My heart was beating wildly. We had just sailed into the harbor, after months on this ship. 

 "In New York, you can be a new man." I said to Alexander "We no longer have to be destitute bastard orphans." 

 "We will have a better life here, Abi, I know it." My brother smiled at me 

 Dear Diary,

  Our first night in America, I am unable to sleep, the excitement of another new day fills me with energy. Tomorrow, I begin my new role as Abigail Hamilton. Alexander has already made it clear that the rules for my hand in marriage still apply here.  Alexander would be busy during the day and I would be no different. I would cook, clean, and sew, but most importantly, I would read, write, and study. I am so glad to be in America, I just know that things for the Hamiltons are beginning to look up. 

                                              ~Abigail Hamilton 

A/N This is my first Hamilton fanfiction, so let's see how this goes. I actually rewrote the musical in my head, after falling in love with the soundtrack. I would actually perform my version of Hamilton like an actual musical for fun, then I decided to write this.