Character Draft

Final Character Development

I wake up to a shrill ring from my phone telling me that its finally Saturday, I get up and walk to the pipe that holds all my clothes which is a about seven short sleeve shirts all black, seven sets of black skinny jeans, seven flannel shirts, to black on dark grey, one a black on dark green, another a black on dark blue, and three black on black. In a basket hanging from the pipe is all my extra "private" clothes. The last things I have hanging up are my black leather jacket, my black hoodie and my violin case. "Oh shit, where's my violin," I say panicking. It has to be at Elysa's, oh my god how did I allow myself to forget my violin of all things. I'll have to go get that today. I reach out and grab the pipe holding my clothes, I wince as it burnes the gashes on my palms. "Man they really went all out this time, it's going to take so long to heal unless I get some help." I say this to myself realizing that since the pipes are hot no one is up yet. I take of my clothes and reach for a clean pair of jeans. I pull them on and grab a fresh short sleeve shirt and my black hoodie putting them on silently. I walk back over to my mat and grab my phone, wallet, and earbuds. Finally I grab my black canvas converse, pull them on walk to my hat rack and key holder grab my black beanie and car keys, and walk out of my room door. Silently I head downstairs walk into the kitchen, got a monster from the fridge and walk out the front door locking it behind me. "Shit, where's my car, how did I even get home," trying to think. Oh, yeah, Emmett drove me, so my car is still at Elysa's house. I pull my phone out and check the time, 7:34 it reads. If I run I could make it to Elysa's house in about one hour and twenty minutes. I get started knowing that if I were to just call Elysa she would come pick me up but I'd rather not be a burden on her. So I run and keep running feeling my lungs start to burn. A while later I reach Elysa's luxurious home and text her that I'm outside. I see that she read my message but that's shere she leaves it and about two minutes later I here the unlocking of her door. "Tristan, what are you doing here it's what nine am," she asks seeming concerned. "I ran here, my violin and car are here," I say in between gasping breaths. "My god Tristan, why didn't you call me, come inside it's freezing," she says shivering, ushering me into the house. "I also need you're help," I say showing her my hands in the pale morning light, "there might also be some on my back and there is one on my face." We walk up into her room and to the bathroom. She turns on the light and grabs my hands turning them palm up to see the cuts. "I'm just going to clean and wrap these, they'll have to heal on their own." She pulls out a rag and the alcohol and some gauze. She puts the rag on top of the bottle and flips the bottle upside down, letting the sterile liquid douse the rag. "Hand," she says with an authorative yet comforting tone. Tentatively with thoughts of what happened last time I stick my hand out. She takes it gently and starts to dab the rag onto the gashes on my my hand. I wince but the stinging is bearable. "You know, you really should tell the police," she says feeling sorry for me. "It was my fault, I should have woken up and went home," I say mumbling. She doesn't believe me, but she lets it go and starts to wrap my hand, she cleans my other hand and wraps it as well. "You know sincw these have already closed up they may still be sore but, you can still play, so maybe you should play one of your songs at the talent show." I almost choke, "what," I ask incredulous, "I can't play, I'm not even that good." "Oh shut up, you're good ans you know it," she says finishing the wrapping of my hand. "But I couldn't, it's to late, I would have had to sign up a week ago," I say quickly feeling relieved. That didn't last long. "I already signed you up," she says seeming pleased with herself. "Ugh why, why can't I just play for the people who care?" "Ok first of all, once they hear you play they will all care, second of all you're going to do it no matter what you say, and lastly you no, maybe you'll get a girlfriend through this." "Fine, fine, I'll do it but I don't even know what I'll play, something sad, something happy," I say questioningly. "Well your best pieces in my opinion are your sad ones, so I think you should do one of your sad ones," she said thoughtfully. "Fine, ok, I'm glad my sheet music and violin are already here, that makes things easier, are your parents here," I ask curiously. "They left already, so you can practice as long as I can sit in," she says seeming frustrated and excited all at once. "No, you have to leave your own house," I say jokingly, "thank you, really I don't know what I would do without you," I say reaching to give her a hug. "I don't know starve, freeze, never get a girlfriend," she says teasing me and hugging me back.