Hellooo darlings. I'm Stella and this is my first Hamilton fic so constructive criticism is very welcome. Thanks for deciding to read my story! Please read the AN at the end as well.
Anyways, on with the story!
"Alex."
Alex's head snaps up, wide-eyed, and sees Martin smiling at her nicely. He nods to Alex's hands, which are held up to her mouth as she chews the knuckles softly. Slightly startled, Alex removes the skin and wipes them off with her pants, staring at the red, tender marks that start to blossom. She flinches. Blossom is too pretty a word to talk about bruises.
She hides the attacked hand in the other's grasp and puts them on her lap, where Peggy immediately covers them with her massive paws, and Alex realizes Peggy must've been nudging her.
How long had she zoned out?
She doesn't know.
The window is a refreshingly chill against her skin as she presses her forehead against it, looking out at the scenery flashing by, the fading greens and flecks of yellows that come as a result of late August.
Something rises in Alex's stomach. Nervousness? Excitement?
Dread?
She's headed off to her freshman year at King's College. Is college exciting? Or just plain scary?
Peggy looks up at her with big, brown eyes, kind ones, and it almost looks like she's smiling at Alex. Alex tugs a hand out from underneath the dog and strokes the smooth fur between Peggy's eyes, up over her head with her thumb. Soft, gentle pets. Smoothing out the small folds of her face, stretching out the skin lightly. She counts the pets until she calms down.
Martin glances back at Alex through the rearview mirror again. "You ready for college, Lexie?"
Alex smiles and shakes her head. "Nah."
Mark's eyes crease in another smile. "You'll like it. I'm sure."
Alex only hums in response, her signal to say she's not up for talking.
Peggy squirms a bit on Alex's lap, nuzzling her hand when she stops petting her, causing Alex to smile.
She goes back to sleep.
Sooo, thoughts?
I just want to put it out there that any scenes including PTSD (dogs or panic attacks), depression, or anxiety are built off of research and not personal experience, and if I get any facts wrong, please correct me. It would be really helpful.
Review if you would like!
Bis später!
xxstella