Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

The sounds of a liquid fell from a bathroom sink in loud droplets, painting the white tile floor a dark crimson. A man was laying besides it in his own pool of blood. Dead.

Alexander was in the cornor of the bathroom clutching his head within his arms and rocking back in forth, his cheeks were pools of tears, he kept shaking his head in disbelief. Not wanting to believe the horror in front of him.

Now Alexander wasn't a normal kid, he was aggressive, more than average, with a few mental health issues sure, but Alexander was also very smart. He knew how to hide them. When his father left he felt a sickening feeling rise in him, but he kept quiet. When his mother died the feeling grew. When the hurricane hit, he might as we'll just loose his mind, after figuring out his brother had died he wanted to die. To die and join them. To be normal and happy with them. Not turning insane by the hour. He wanted peace in the darkness that followed after death.

But he acted strong, he did what he could to be denied a lunatic. He tried ignoring voice in his head. He thought if he acted normal he would be normal. Just like his parents would have wanted.

But his cousin had just committed suicide in front of him and something inside Alexander snapped. His last living relative, and that son of a bitch had the nerve of abandoning him.

Alexander got up from the floor and looked at the dead body without pity, but disgust. There was no emotion inside him. Like a light switch, he flipped. No more light. Just an empty dark void.

"Pathetic." He mumbled, although he still felt tears pouring out.

pretty color.

Alexander could agree, the red was a beautiful colour, it was dark and looked sweet. Without realizing it Alexander dipped his fingers in the blood and licked it. It tasted metallic with a bit of sourness. In his opinion, it tasted fine.

He stood up and walked out of the bathroom. He called 911 to get rid of the body so it wouldn't seem like he killed his cousin.

The next day Alexander was left by himself, he sat on the couch staring off into nothingness, pondering of what he should do next.

Nobody wants us, you see Alex that's why they left us, why can't somebody just love us. Why can't we find a perfect person?

Alexander didn't have an answer for the voice in his head.

"We still need to go to that collage. After that I don't know what to do." Alexander said aloud.

hmm, how about we go to the collage and we'll figure it out there?

"Okay." Alexander whispered.

The voice went silent and Alexander sighed, he liked it when the voice went silent, he could think for himself.

He left to pack, but odly thought of the beautiful crimson color and how he longed for more. Without realizing it, Alexander Hamilton was going insane.