Hi everyone! I'm back. Again. WITH ANOTHER STORY! Two new stories in two days! I was given a prompt in class and just got this idea. I wrote it and then typed it. So here it is. If you want more Heart, Follow and Review. I want to say a special thanks to "elizaschuyler". Thank you for reviewing. I AM SO SO SO GRATEFUL! I will also be writing those ideas you put in your review. So look out for those when I post them. (It will be soon!). Now here is my new story!
Struggles in a letter:
Alexander couldn't take it anymore. The rain brought back many horrible memories. He was overwhelmed. So he writes.
Dear Alexander Hamilton,
I listen to the rain drumming against the window panes. My heart is pounding with stress from the old memories that flood my mind, just as all the murky water did all those years ago. My wife doesn't know of this traumatic experience from my past, nor does she know about my fears. I won't tell her. I can't. I know it isn't ok for me to pretend that everything is perfect. Nothing will ever be perfect.
America is so different from the Caribbean. However, the booming thunder and flashing lighting from the storms will always bring me back to the Caribbean. Will I ever be able to let go?
I go back to the battlefields in one week. I am excited, but scared. I was sent home because of me not being able to hold my tongue. Will George forgive me? I might never know. I am not entirely sure why I am writing a letter to myself. But it calms me. The rain has just changed from drumming against the window, to pounding the glass with water. I hear the rain thrash against the window. I'm scared. My hands are shaking and I feel a large knot form in my stomach.
I heard that more stormy weather will be on its way. Travelling across the vast ocean to New York. How will I manage hiding my fears when I go back to the fight? I have another fear now. A fear of not returning from the war. At first I didn't care if I died. But then I met Elizabeth Schuyler. The sweetest woman you've ever met. The most kind-hearted and kindred spirit. I must return for her and our soon to be born son. That's right! I am going to be a father. One that will not treat his son the way mine did. I hear wind howling outside as I write this. I squeeze my eyes shut. A small whimper escapes my mouth when I hear the loud cracking sound of thunder in the grey sky.
I really should tell my dearest Eliza. She always cares for me and makes me feel happy and safe. Alas, I cannot. If she knew I would appear weak. My title of "The brave man who jumped into an icy river to save a comrade" will be stripped. I would appear like the broken soul that I am. Nothing to mask the fear that terrorises my eyes and blanket of darkness and paranoia that covers my mind. The hurricane and life before America still haunts me. I was treated like dirt. I was called a "whore-child" and a "bastard". It wasn't my fault I was an illegitimate child. I was never loved there.
Not like I am here. My commanding general calls me son. Even if it infuriates me most of the time. Sometimes, I secretly like it when he calls me that. Then there is Eliza. From the moment I laid eyes on hers, I knew that things would change. And they have. We are now going to have a beautiful child. Something I can finally call my own. She gave me that. But how would I tell her? If anyone found this letter I would be laughed at. It would be the utmost shameful thing. People would laugh. Would Eliza laugh? I know I am fearing for the worst. But what if she did? After all, I am a man who is terrified of storms.
No one will ever know what I went through. The dark ominous water and spiralling rain. The screams that would be cut off in the night by those who were swept away. The crashing waves of the ocean. The grey clouds that let everything bad let loose onto the innocent souls down below.
That wasn't even the worst part. I remember the dreadful day when I awoke from my fever. I found my mother by my side. Cold. Unmoving. Silent. The day I became an orphan.
What should I do? Stay silent or open my mouth?
Sincerely,
He sits there alone in his office letting the hot tears roll down his cheek. The storm rages on. The memories engulf his mind.
Alright! There you have it! Struggles in a letter. Heads up. I will be updating a lot this month. New stories and possibly new chapters! Have a great day! :D
~ CreamPeach56
