To Be or Not to Be | hamilton

prologue : third

John Laurens' life was, quite literally, a mess.

His room, where clothes were strewn about messily, mixing in with dust and schoolwork, was the perfect model of how he himself was becoming undone.

His mother had left the family and lost the court case so long ago it was a faded memory in John's mind. John wondered if she was still alive.

His father had stopped caring about John's well-being so long ago he wondered if he had dreamed his youth. Those memories were faded as well, like the hand-shaped bruises on his arms.

And off while people were having fun, he struggled to keep up his grades, appease his father, and manage to hide his homosexuality.

Oh, and did he mention his father's illnesses?

It was all too much.

One could only take so much before a breakdown, John mused as he entered the school on a Monday. The worst day.

He wondered when his breakdown would be.

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Alexander Hamilton's life, on the other hand, seemed to be nothing less than perfect. He made good grades, had friends, was an absolute teacher's pet, and had everything needed to be all-around desired.

Sure, he smoked pot, but who cared?

Sure, he was known outside the school as a whore, but who cared?

It wasn't like an addiction, or anything. He could stop at anytime. Besides, his girlfriend, Eliza, was totally okay with it (the drugs, not the sex. She didn't know about the sex- yet. Who doesn't love a threesome, right? was Alexander's thoughts. He sure did.).

Alexander Hamilton had a future. He saw it. He was close to it, one more essay, one more test, one more year, maybe one more hit of cocaine, definitely a few hits of pot, and he was there.

Life was on a silver platter for him.

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One had everything. One had nothing.

Where was the happy medium?

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just a short lil prologue for you all

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