I moaned as I wrote another 5,022 words for my federalist papers.

I never loved Eliza, i only married her so I can buy more ink and paper so I could write more! I giggle softly as I felt the paper softly brush against me.

I haven't been out of my room in 6 months, Eliza has only come in to feed me, she knows that I'm an important man. But, I still love my paper.

Should I leave Eliza? I have more money now, and I get paid to write, that's the best part! I squeal as I write the climax to the papers, I felt my hand going faster as I started to pant, exhausted.

I have never written this fast, only Philip can understand me, with him doing something like poems, i don't know nor care,

I scream in delight as I finished it, my legs are sore, my arms are sore, but yet I have never felt better. Writing, my true love.

Eliza rushes in and gasped, as she sees me naked, with paper. "I-It's, not what you think!" I stammer out, she backed away, creeped out.

I roar with rage, as I march over to her and start to beat her with a baguette until Philip finds me, he gasped too.

He threw a blanket over me, as a SWAT team tackled me and put me in jail.

                  17 months later

"...Do you Alexander J Hamilton plead guilty to the brutal aggressive assault to Eliza C Ham-Schuyler, and to beastly behavior towards,.., paper?" The judge, A-Aaron Burr, sputtered out confused.

I glared at Elizabeth and my family at the other side of the room, "Guilty." I sighed, I couldn't help but feel guilty for Paper. He/She didn't deserve that, but I loved them.

At the end of the trial, I was taken to Trinity Church Mental Hospital, I gasped as I pasted my daughter on the way in, Angelica Hamilton.

I was thrown into a room, I silently cried. Until, a male doctor named 'Lafayeet' gave me some paper, I quickly smiled, knowing what to do.

Why tf did I write this?