Character Draft

Character Development

"Come on Tristan, play another one, you're so good, and don't you dare say otherwise, and you know you can take your jacket off, you know I have seen your cuts and you know how I feel about you hiding them." Dang Elysa is growing restless again. I mean I mean I'm not going to complain I love playing my violin, it's my passion, but I can't let her think I like it. "Ugh okay, although I'm not really that good, I'll play something I wrote, I call it well I'm not sure I don't have a name yet, and I'm not taking my jacket off I'm cold," I say this sighing as I raise my bow and instrument. I slide the bow across the neck of my violin releasing a long mournful tone. I glance over at Elysa she is looking at her boyfriend, man this guy Emmett is everything I wish I could be. Tall, built, tan, but I'm not good enough, but I found my passion, been practicing and playing for ten years. People think I'm good, but really I'm not that good. They just usually have nothing to compare it to. I close my eyes to keep myself from thinking and let the melody pour out of my body and soul through the violin. After about seven minutes I lower my violin and bow and look over at the couple. They are hardcore working each other over like their infatuation reached it's peak. That's kind of what the song is supposed to do, make you feel infatuated with the person you should be with. "Guys I'm right here," I half shout half laugh. They jump like they forgot all about the fact that I was there. "Sorry, sorry, you really should enter band or something you are so good," Elysa says as she jumps up and grabs my arms. I wince. "I really wish you would stop, you're better than this, you don't have to," she says looking at me with that same sympathetic smile she always gives to me. "It's more than I deserve." "Take your jacket off, now, and don't make me get Emmet over here," Elysa says threateningly. So I oblige to make her happy. I slide my black leather jacket off and put it on the back of the chair. Elysa looks at the long gashes on my wrist and grabs my hand. "Emmett I'm going to need your help for this, common let's get to the bathroom." Elysa says gesturing to the ornate doorway on the far left of her four-poster bed. Elysa's parents are obscenely rich, her father being the president of a technology companie and her mother being the high executive lady of the board of education. So when I say her room is about four hundred square feet itself I'm not joking. We walk into the bathroom, and Elysa makes me sit on the edgw of the extravagant bathtub. "Emmett, I need you to hold him down, and I mean hold him down," Elysa says calmly which makes me nervous beyond belief. Emmett walks up to me looks me in the eyes and holds out his hand, I know what he means, we have gone through this before. I stick my arm out and he grabs that area on the inside of your arm opposite of your elbow, he wraps his other arm around me and holds me there. I tried not to use my nose but couldn't stop from the anticipation. I whisper in Emmett's ear, "you smell strongly of lavender." He chuckles which is good and then I feel a searing pain rip through my arm telling me one of two things, either Elysa just ripped my arm off or she poured some cleaning alcohol on my arm, and seeing as only one of those things are sensible. I'm assuming it was the alcohol, but I didn't get the chance to check to see if my assumption was correct, because I have passed out from the pain.