OK. Before the story starts, I'm going to say that this is my very first fanfic, and may not be very good at all. Also, my 'r' key is really bad so if some words are missing an 'r' I'm sorry, my keyboard hates me.
The hurricane came.
Devastation reigned.
Everybody died.
The bodies littered the streets.
Everybody dead, except his mother, himself and 20 others.
All those people…
He knew every one of them
And he woke up.
Alexander Hamilton shot up in his bed, the world spinning, gasping for air and a scream caught in his throat. A lightning bolt split the sky in two, while Alexander let a bit of his scream out through his lips.
Shaking away his fear, he turned to the sleeping form of his mother across the room. The damp rag on her forehead cooling her down wasn't cool anymore and Alex frowned.
He scooped up the cloth and dipped it in cold water he had gotten from their always next to empty fridge. Gently placing it back on his mother's head, he did a recap of how long she had had the fever.
4 days. A couple of days before when they had finally arrived in New York, his mother had gotten terribly sick. He was ready to beg, steal, borrow or barter at this point.
After tomorrow, he would be going King's College and couldn't be by his mother's side at all times. The truth worried him to death.
Crawling back into his small bed, he tried to fall back asleep, despite flinching at every sound the sky made. But only out of pure exhaustion did he finally fall back into the hands of sleep, still worrying about his mother.