(A/N WtL?! HOw?! WhY? WhEn? WhO? WhAt?! ^^^ 1.5 freaking K VIEWS?!?!? Someone explain please. Also this may feel a bit rushed and not make sense)

I couldn't see.

Couldn't move.

Couldn't breathe.

Couldn't cry for help.

I could only lay there.

Sinking under the water.

Helpless.

I felt something smack the side of my head, and the quiet noise of splashes was replaced with a high pitched buzz in my right ear.

I began to re-live a couple moments in my past. Streets where overflowing with murky brown ocean water, along with boxes, important supplies and bodies. For weeks after the devastation nobody on Nevis could drink from the natural springs, as the salt water had poisoned them. 

I remember having barely any food and terrible muddy water. I remembered bodies- floating around town in the flash floods. I was among them. I had been swept out with them, and I remember every bit of it. The longing feeling for someone to grab my hand and pull me out of the river of mud, blood and bodies.

Now, though, I did feel a hand. Two hands. Now I felt myself lifted out of the water. I felt rough dirt on my back as I was pulled to the shore. I blinked open my eyes to see not John, but that Jefferson guy. A moment later John sprinted over, physically pushed Jefferson out of the way, and sat down in front of me.

John smiled at me and I felt a tear streak across my face, as the memories kept passing through my vision. John barked something to Jefferson and I saw him sprint away somewhere. Hopefully he was getting one of my cat children. I wouldn't mind to have Little Gay right now, so I could pet him.

Although Jefferson came running back with a person, some doctor that he knew. I looked up at John and saw him start to cry. Why? I felt fine. I closed my eyes again and listened to the high-pitched buzzing that was all I could hear. Then suddenly the noise went away- and so did my consciousness.

-Time skip of five hours brought to you bye ME, thy person tho may be currently angered by-

I blinked again. Then again. When I opened my eyes, everything was still black. Was I opening my eyes at all? I tried blinking more, and finally realized wherever I was must just be very dark. A deafening high-pitched noise echoed through my right ear, and in my other ear I could hear some breathing.

"Alex?" Someone asked over the noise. 

As I regained consciousness, the high-pitched noise faded. I used my arms to push myself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the head board of a bed. Through the darkness, I could see a tiny room with one other bed, and a cabinet in the corner. Plus John was there, sitting next to me.

He smiled and I watched him lean onto me, hugging me in a laying down position. He whispered something into my right ear, but it was quiet. And I don't even think I picked it up in that ear.

"I can't hear you," I whispered, my voice was hoarse.

John looked at me worriedly, then leaned to my other side and brought his head up to my left ear.

"Can you hear me now?" He whispered.

"Yeah," I smiled slightly.

John still looked worried though. He sat up, slid off the bed and left me alone in the room. I don't remember what happened. I'm not sure why I'm hurt. I think it had something to do with water but I don't remember for sure, and now the hearing in my right ear was broken. It was temporary, right?

A nurse came rushing into the room with John, and a small bag of supplies.

"Hamilton, I'm going to need to run a few tests."

-Time skip of a day brought to you by Evan Hansen, the acorn-

Okay, so, I'm permanently deaf in my right ear.

And I had a bit of brain damage, although not anything bad, I just forgot what caused my injuries.

But I have a really cool hearing aid that looks like an air pod, so I'm alright.

I was back at it again, memorizing scripts, practicing scenes like nothing happened. 

"Are there others?" I asked John quietly, reading from my script.

John stayed quiet. His character was really quiet. He didn't talk, and when he heard noise he started breathing heavily. I was the only one he could listen to and not have a panic attack. 

We where in a room in the mansion where the walls where coated in news papers, insulation, extra thick wooden walls, causing the room to be sound proof enough that the monsters couldn't hear us speaking. Everywhere else wasn't this sound proof, so if anyone had to talk with their voices to each other, this is where they came.

"What is your name?" I asked John.

He looked up at me, frowning slightly, his eyes a bit wider then usual, his hands fidgeting constantly.

"A-a," He started.

"Go on," I urged him.

"Anthony," He managed to say.

"I'm Lin," I smiled, although he still looked scared.

Yes, Lin and Anthony, like the characters in Miranda. Our favorite musical. Both of our characters have the names of historical figures. It was such a coincidence that I don't know what to believe anymore.

"Are there others?" I asked again.

John nodded slightly, he looked incredibly guilty. He looked so guilty it made me think he was actually guilty about something in the real world. I put on a determined face and approached him.

"Are they alive?" I asked seriously, glaring into his eyes.

John nodded again, avoiding eye contact.

"Where are they?" I questioned, placing a hand on his shoulder.

John looked more sad then guilty now, he glanced into my eyes and then back at his fidgeting hands. Then John suddenly dropped the act and smiled at me, because that was the end of the scene. 

"Le-"

"Hello," John was interrupted by another voice.

Maria came into the room. I gave her a small forced smile, although I was more focused on organizing my script. 

"Hello," John nodded to her.

"So, Hamilton," She said casually. "We have a scene to practice together now."

"True," I muttered.

"I'll leave y'all to practice," John said, and he then left the room.

I watched him go, I tried to catch his eye but he didn't look back. Now I'm alone in a room with Her.

"Shall we begin at the top?" Maria asked.

"Sure," I sighed.

In this room was a table and two chairs. Both of us sat down at a chair. In this scene, because in the movie she was my girlfriend, I would have to call her things like 'honey' and I think we even had to kiss at some point.

nASTY.

"I see you've taken a liking to that new boy," Maria hissed darkly.

"It's not like I would cheat on you," I smiled. 

"Then why is he the one you are spending time with?" Maria inquired.

"Because, he's new, I'm making him feel at home," I said.

"Prove to me you aren't cheating on me," Maria stood up and walked towards me.

"How?" I asked.

Then she started kissing me. Okay, I get that it was the scene, and that is was going to happen in the movie, but she could have given me a warning. I didn't want to practice THIS part. I pushed her away but she grabbed the back of my neck and continued to kiss me. Okay, that wasn't the plan.

Show me how to say no to this.

She sat down on my lap and stopped kissing me, she rested her forehead on mine, her eyes sparking mischievously. I stared back at her. In my mind I'm trying to go, then her lips are on mine again and I say-

"No."

I put my hands on her shoulder and pushed her off of me, the force of my blow sent her to the floor. I shot her a death glare and then ran out of the room, wiping my lips with the back of my hand and heading too one of the bathrooms in the mansion.

That felt so good. To finally be able to push her away. Last time, I couldn't say no, but I finally did. I felt so confident now. So fueled with energy. What could I do to her? Could I blackmail her? I know she has a very rich husband, so her making out with me would be an affair.

I could ruin her life!

"Al," John said, joining me as I headed to the washroom. "What happened?"

"She kissed me," I growled.

"That is part of the scene th-"

"No, she didn't kiss me the way she was supposed too," I explained. "She went over the top."

"What did you do?" John asked nervously.

"I pushed her to the floor and then ran out of the room," I smirked a bit.

John hugged me and I stopped moving. We stood there in the middle of the dimly lit hallway for a wile, hugging. I loved it when he hugged me. It felt so good to be in his embrace, to feel his warmth, to be with my boyfriend.

"I'm proud of you," He said into my right ear, with the hearing aid, I could hear him. "Now let's go make her pay."