Hamilton Oneshots (2)

Ghost Help (HamLiza)

Eliza was always the weird one, picked on, hated, and always talked about. Why? Well, no matter where she went accidents just seemed to follow. When she was little she'd innocently and honestly tell people it was her friends that only she could see, it took a few years but soon she came to know they were called ghosts. Nobody believed her, not even her sisters, but at least her sisters didn't treat her like the bane of the Earth for it. Her older sister, Angelica, advised her not to talk about it because she'd be sent to a mental institute and she begrudgingly listened.

Now twenty-one, Eliza was just as miserable as she has always been. She sat in her room, staring at one of the four ghosts who haunt her. He was slowly reaching towards a glass sat on her desk and she was staring at him to show she was watching which made him second guess knocking the glass over.

"Can you guys behave for one day?" Eliza asked, she was fed up. She put her head in her hands, "I don't want to grow up and be an old maid! You guys make everybody scared of me!" She shook her head and got up, pulling her pajamas off and throwing it on the floor as she searched for a dress to wear.

When she decided on one and pulled it on she felt somebody doing her lace up so she looked behind her at a ghost she had affectionately named Henry helping her. When he finished he mumbled, "We can help too..."

Eliza softened her gaze, "Of course you can. I was just angry but I promise I don't blame you guys for me being single." She smiled softly until she heard a crash, "Evan!" She yelled and picked the glass up, "Now you, I'm cross with you for being a trouble maker."

Evan pouted but Eliza didn't cave, "Sorry." He mumbled. Eliza patted his head, well, she couldn't actually touch him but she stopped her hand at his head and repeated it a few times before looking out the window.

"I just want a husband," She mumbled, putting her elbows against the window sill and resting her chin on her hands, "I don't want to die alone. I want somebody to love and to hold." She added.

"With that hair?" She recognized the voice of Connie, another ghost, "You haven't even brushed your hair yet and you're complaining about not having a husband." She looked behind her to see Connie thrusting a hairbrush at the last ghost, Grace, she looked to be about thirteen.

Grace took the hairbrush and went behind Eliza, brushing through her hair gently, "I think your hair is beautiful no matter what." She said quietly.

Eliza sighed, "Alright I have to go out to the market today." She told them and got up, "I need to grab some more supplies for the sewing project I've undertaken." She told them and got up, "I want to add decorations to the shawl Peggy bought me." She told them.

Connie nodded, "Yes it is pretty bland." She picked Eliza's shawl up. Peggy had gotten her the material for her birthday, it was soft and a pretty blue, "It could be a stand alone piece but it's just so boring." She then looked at Eliza, "Sort of like your personality."

"Hey, hey, be nice." Henry scolded and soon he and Connie got into an argument, something they were known to do. Eliza sighed and picked her skirt up, leaving the house with them floating ominously after her.

Eliza found her way to a store that sold sewing and knitting supplies. The moment she entered she saw a mother pull her daughter away from her and it made her sad. She kept her head down as the whispers and gossip started, if only she had been smarter when she was younger and kept everything to herself instead of trusting people. She shook the thought aside just as Evan caused an entire rack of cloth to fall over before she could yell for him to stop.

"Get out!" Eliza turned to see the man who owned the store coming straight for her, "I said get out! Demon woman! Causing trouble wherever you go! You're terrible for business!" He grabbed her arm tightly and she yelped from, she swore bruises were forming under his hold.

She briefly heard Evan yell for the man to let go before he threw him across the store, "Evan!" Eliza yelled in shock and then realized everybody was staring at her with a mix of disgusted and fear. She felt tears forming and said a quick apology before running out with the knowledge that if she stayed she'd just make everything worse.

"Hey, you!" She slowly came to a stop thinking somebody was coming to make her pay for the damage to the store. Eliza turned around to see a man, his hair flicked back and a small smile on his face, "Hey what's your name? It can't be demon girl. My name is Alexander."

Eliza took a deep breath and mumbled, "I'm Eliza." She quickly brushed her tears away and calmed herself down.

"Hi Eliza, can I say something a bit forward? Would that be okay?" Eliza looked at Henry and he nodded so she turned back to Alex and nodded to him, "Take it from somebody who has been through something similar, ignoring it isn't going to change your fate," He breathed, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder as she stared at him in shock, "Accepting what's happened and finding people to talk to about it will help lessen the sting."

"What could he possibly know?" Connie asked before Eliza could even imagine a reply, "He's just some man who thinks he can sweet talk his way into your bed. I don't see why though since you have about as much charm as a dead slug." Eliza sighed, she knew she was right.

"That's where you're wrong," Alex chimed in and looked straight at Connie, something Eliza thought impossible. Eliza looked at Connie to see Connie looked just as shocked, same with Grace and Evan though Henry didn't look phased, "I just...think you're really pretty and you're obviously not a demon woman or whatever else those people called you."

Eliza nodded, "Did you grow up with this too?" She decided to take a risk and ask that after figuring from the first thing he said he could at least relate.

Alex nodded, "And I can help you...do you trust me enough to give it a shot?" He asked. Eliza nodded and soon she had given Alex her address and gone home, surprised she had a smile on her face.