Poor Luck

🦇- Violin

(This has heavy reference of self harm so tw ahead of time, also heavily referenced from Glam from Metal family)

Elijah sat in class, drumming his fingers against the cold desk. He stared at the clock for a while, he was bored but he didn't want to go home yet. He sighs and he turns back to his book, the teacher was giving a lecture on Napoleon that Elijah would rather not focus on. Class soon ended, he gets up and puts everything in his bag, he was headed to see a fellow classmate who said he had something special for Elijah. He stood behind the school, squeezing his backpack straps, he looked around before sighing and leaning against the building, a smaller male came out of the back door of the building, he held a guitar case in his hand and his bag was swung around his shoulder but not the other one. Elijah gulps and thinks to himself,'this can't be the guy..' the boy had ruffled brown hair and bright green eyes, he looks up at Elijah and he smiles,"Oh! Hey! I thought you weren't going to come." The guy sets the guitar down beside himself, the boy stuck out his hand and smiled crookedly,"I'm Lucas." Elijah smiles and he takes his hand squeezing it lightly,

"I'm Elijah..um..I hate to be impatient but it would be nice if I could take the record and go, I have violin practice.." Lucas nods and he sets his backpack down,

"Of course!" He pulls out a vinyl record and he hands it to Elijah,"It's Mozart, like you wanted, you can have it at this point, I don't usually listen to stuff like that." Elijah nods,

"I appreciate it. Thank you." Lucas nods, picks up his guitar and bag, and leaves. Elijah makes his way home, he pushes the door open and he steps into the air conditioned house. He shivers slightly, his father kept it at an unruly temperature, Elijah slowly walks into his bedroom and he sets his bag down, he checks the time and he sighs, his father didn't get home in another hour, that's when he would practice. He pulled the vinyl out of the bag and he placed it on the record player, he slowly put the needle onto the record and he sits in front of the record player. The record started playing static, he furrows his eyebrows and he smacks the device, before the record blasted this strange music, he jumps back and he covered his ears, he heard the strange rhythm and he slowly uncovered his ears, he listened to the music. He's never heard such rambunctious and hyper music, he enjoyed it, he started bobbing his head to the beat and tapping his feet, Elijah was doing something that he hasn't done in a while, smile. Elijahs face turned bright, a smile slowly prints itself on his lips and he taps his hand on his leg, he heard the amazing guitar and he felt goosebumps go up his spine, he chuckled softly and he bobbed his head faster, he started singing along,"Were not gonna take it! No! We ain't gonna take it! We're not gonna take it! Anymore!!" He stands up quickly knocking the chair over and he started rocking out, the song was nearing the end when he heard the front door shut. Elijahs eyes widen and he switches off the record player and he slides the record into his pack and he sits patiently on the bed, his father opens the door and he raises an eyebrow,

"What were you doing up here.." Elijah gulps,

"I was just walking around my room father.." his father hesitated before nodding,

"Meet me downstairs in ten minutes, don't be late.." he mumbles, Elijah nods respectfully and he bows his head. His father leaves to the kitchen, Elijah changed from his school clothes into his home clothes. He quickly went downstairs and into the music room, he walks to his cubby and he pulls out a violin case. He carefully tunes it before his father gets to the room, Elijah stands straight, holding the violin and bow at his side. He watches his father walk into the room with a glass of scotch in his hand. He closes the door and he walks over to Elijah,

"Start." Elijah places the violin against his cheek and on his shoulder, "F sharp.." his father announced, Elijah played the F sharp.

After an hour of practicing, Elijah had been practicing this song for a performance he was in. Elijah messes up a note and his father growled,"Hand." Elijahs violin dropped from his shoulder and he shifts his sleeve to reveal scars, new and old. His wrist was red and irritated, he had already got hit before, Elijah held his hand out exposing his wrist. His father pulls out a ruler, he then began to smack Elijahs wrist, Elijah had gotten use to the treatment and practically ignored it at this point. It wasn't until elijahs wrist started to bleed that he noticed, he winces slightly before his father stopped,"go to your room." His father demand, Elijah quickly puts the violin away and he hurried upstairs. He stripped himself of his clothes, he turned on the water in the shower and he steps inside being wary of his wrist. He let the water fall on his head, he looked at his bleeding wrist and he slowly brings it under the hot water. Elijah quickly covers it and he groans loudly, he hunches over himself and he clenched his teeth,

"F-fuck.." he grumbles out.

Once he was done in his shower, he got out, dried himself off and he puts on a robe, he sits at the edge of his bed, he grabbed a bandage wrap from under his mattress and he wrapped his wrist tightly before wincing again, he couldn't stop thinking about the music he had listened to. He hums the melody in his head, he lays in bed and he sighs softly, he eventually got dressed and climbed into bed, he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep,

To be continued..