{You'd blow me already phil..} {Part 2} Chapter 2.

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Philip's POV:

I went to my fathers side, noticing his emotion..

"What the {NOPE-}?!"

{Stay alive...}
{Stay alive...}

I stared at the doctor... what the {NOPE} is going on?? I thought..

[Hamilton:]
Where's my son?

[Doctor:]
Mr. Hamilton, come in-
They brought him in a half an hour ago,
He lost a lot of blood on the way over.

"W-what..." I said to myself..

{Stay alive...}

[Hamilton:]
Is he alive?

[Doctor:]
Yes. But you have to understand
The bullet entered just above his hip and
Lodged in his right arm..

My eyes widen, more tears fell out..

[Hamilton:]
Can I see him please?

[Doctor:]
I'm doing ev'rything I can, but the wound was
Already infected when he arrived..

I was shocked.. i couldn't stare at myself.. i started tearing up..

[Hamilton:]
Philip..

[Philip:]
Pa,
I did exactly as you said, Pa..
I held my head up high..

[Hamilton (Philip):]
I know, I know. Shh..
I know, I know, (High)
Shh. I know you did..
Ev'rything just right.
(Even before we got to ten)
Shh
(I was aiming for the sky)
I know, I know.
I know, I know. (I was aiming for the sky)
I know,
Save your strength and stay alive…

[Eliza:]
No!

There was my mother.. she was upset.. i wiped my tears... more came out..

[Hamilton:]
Eliza..

[Eliza:]
Is he breathing? Is he going to survive this?

{Stay alive...}

[Eliza:]
Who did this, Alexander, did you know?

[Philip:]
Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me..

[Eliza:]
My son

[Philip:]
We played piano

[Eliza:]
I taught you piano

[Philip:]
You would put your hands on mine

I nodded, she and aunt ches always taught me to use a piano..

[Eliza:]
You changed the melody every time..

[Philip:]
Ha, I would always change the line,

[Eliza:]
Shh. I know, I know..

[Philip:]
I would always change the line..

[Eliza:]
I know, I know..

I was now crying...

[Eliza (Philip):]
Un deux trois quatre,
Cinq six sept huit neuf. (Un deux trois quatre)
(Cinq six sept huit neuf)
Good..
Un deux trois quatre,
Cinq six sept, (Un deux trois…)
Huit neuf,
Sept huit neuf,
Sept huit…

"Mom.. i am so sorry.." I said while she screamed.. crying while holding
my body...

1 hour later...

I arrived home.. upset..

"What wrong phil?"

Uncle jay was there.. ma- i mean aunt ches informed my their leaving tomorrow..

"..."

"Aw son...what wrong?"

I went to my room, slaming the door... i just died in my eyes..

R I G H T

I N

M Y

V E R Y

E Y E S . . .

I cried myelf to sleep, hugging myself, knewing i couldn't hold it any longer...

(450 words..)

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