The innocent one's mad too

A guy came in. I can already guess what his rolle is. He sits in the seat across from me. The small table is between us."Why are you looking at me like that?" he looked me, then at my file on the table that he sat down. He does look more handsome than my last psychologist. "Well, Alexander. Let's start, shall we? I'm John Laurens your psychologist and-"

"I have been through enough. I don't NEED a psychologist! I've been through a hellish childhood. My father left. My mother and brother DIED. MY COUSIN COMITTED SUICIDE! But oh! That's not all! When I finally get to escape that hell hole, another blumimg one opens! And then boom! I'm here. In this...this mad house. But you know what the worst thing is? Maybe I actually need to be kept here, but not by THEIR reasons!" I looked at my new psychologist. If that doesn't scare him off, then eventually I will. One way or another. Even if I want him to stay.

"You don't really like me that much, do you?"

"We just met. I don't trust you."

"Yet you tell me peaces of your story?" Smart arse.

"Yeah, well I tell everyone that!" I point at the file on the table. "That, is all you're ever going to get out of me. Nothing else."

[Expect strong language here and there. Also abuse, death, mention of suicide]

[I do not own hamilton, the characters are not mine and all art ain't mine.]