The New Theater Teacher | Alan Rickman [Complete]

Tragic

Raven's POV:

"Hey, why did you come so early? I thought your class didn't start until eleven thirty." Daniel said as I sat down beside him. "I didn't feel like running into my father." I said. "Did he yell at you last night?" He asked curiously. "Yep." I replied. I noticed one of his new friends roll her eyes, but I didn't say anything. I figured she thought I was complaining over nothing. Nobody understands I've been going through mental abuse for my dad for years. Not to mention slight physical abuse from my uncle before he went to jail. I took out my sketchbook and started drawing to pass the time. "Would you two like some lunch?" Daniel's friend Emily asked us. "No, but thanks." I said kindly. "Sure, I'm starving. See you later Raven." Daniel said. "See ya." I replied. I gathered my things and headed to my Sociology class. I hoped we just got papers like yesterday's classes. I walked into room 242 and took a seat near the front. After a while the class was packed and when the teacher walked in the girls perked up. "Hello, my name's Tom Mison. Let me take roll, and we can get started with the boring stuff." He said, which made a couple people laugh. 'Why are half of my teachers British? Like....only one is American.' I thought to myself. I shook the thought out of my head and focused on what the man was saying. He was average height with shoulder length chocolate brown hair, which was sorta curly. He had a mustache/beard and blue eyes. "Miss Clarkson, could you stay behind?" Mr. Mison asked curiously as people filed out of the classroom. "Sure." I replied as I packed my stuff up. After everyone left I walked up to his desk and wondered what he wanted to talk to me about. It made me feel nervous. "Are you feeling well? You look tired and pale." He said with concern in his blue eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine." I lied. I felt sick to my stomach, like something bad was going to happen. "Okay, I just wanted to make sure. Go get you something to eat, you look peaky." He said kindly. "I will. Have a nice day professor." I said with a slight smile. "You too Miss Clarkson." He said with a kind smile. I made my way out into the cool hall and headed towards the cafeteria. I didn't want anything heavy to eat, so I got a pack of crackers and a ginger ale. I hoped the ginger ale would settle my stomach. I saw Daniel sitting with his friends, talking and laughing. I would have sat with them, but I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I always shut people put when I get sad and depressed. I started walking to the theater classroom, which was in room 600. I hoped we didn't do anything physical today; I could barely walk without feeling like I was gonna pass out. When I reached the classroom some jock type dudes walked over to me. "Hey, what's your shirt mean?" A dark haired guy asked. He was wearing a pale blue shirt and white jeans, and I think he had too much product in his hair as well. "It's a Motionless in White t-shirt." I replied. "What's are they?" He asked. "A band, Mr. Manning." I heard Mr. Rickman's deep voice say from behind me. "Oh." The guy said as his face fell. He and his friend walked away, and I wondered why they acted so weird all of the sudden. "Good afternoon, Raven." Mr. Rickman said as we walked into the classroom. "Good afternoon. How did you know Motionless in White is a band? You don't seem like the type to listen to them." I said as I took a seat. "I don't, but I like to know what the kids are into these days." He said with a wink, which made me blush. "Most 'kids' don't listen to Motionless in White. They like One Direction or Justin Bieber." I said with a disgusted facial expression. "Only the cool kids listen to bands like Motionless in White then. What other bands or music do you like?" He said as he sat on the corner of my desk. "I like Marilyn Manson, Black Veil Brides, Falling in Reverse, Skillet, Twenty One Pilots, Fall Out Boy, etc. I also like some classical music and opera." I replied. "I like classical music as well. I also like classic rock and roll, like The Talking Heads and The Police." He said. "I like classic rock too. I love Aerosmith, Kiss, and a bunch of others. Music is my life." I said. "I can tell." He said with an amused smile. I laughed shyly, and hoped he didn't see me blush. I hadn't realized my stomach ache went away until he walked towards his own desk. I guess the ginger ale worked, or maybe it was being around Mr. Rickman. Students started coming in, and I wasn't surprised by the small class size. "Hello, my name is Mr. Rickman. Allow me to take roll and we can get started." He said. "Welcome to set and wardrobe design. Some of you in here already have a passion for art, and some of you just took this class to get the elective credit." He said after he called our names. "How many of you actually wanted to take this class?" He asked after he passed out the syllabus, classroom rules, etc. Me and two other people rose our hands, which made it really awkward. "For those of you who don't really want to be here, don't think that you can slack off just because it's an art based course. I'll be expecting real effort from all of you when we do projects, because half of them are going to be put in the plays we'll be having this year." He said. That really made me happy. At least our work will get seen by people, rather than just be hidden to the world. We went over the papers he handed out and he dismissed the class, but I hung behind. "See you tomorrow Raven." He said with a kind smile on his face. "See you." I said as I accidentally exposed my arm. I hoped he didn't see my scars, and mentally cursed myself for not wearing my bracelets today to hide them better. "Raven...." He said with wide eyes. He walked around his desk and came closer to me. He reached for my arm, but I flinched away from him. "Let me." He said softly. He wrapped one of his big hands around my arm and held it out towards himself. He gently rolled my sleeve up, exposing the red scabby lines that I bled from last night. "Why?" He asked in a strained voice. It was like my self harm was hurting him as well. "Because I'm worthless." I said in barley a whisper. "You're not worthless." He said softly as he held my face in his hands. He wiped the silent tears that fell from my eyes. "Who's making you hurt yourself? Is it someone here at the college?" He asked curiously with concern in his beautifully golden brown eyes. They looked so warm and welcoming. "No." I replied. "Someone at home then? Your mother? Father?" He asked. "My dad." I managed to croak out. "What does he do to you?" He asked. "He calls me names and puts me down. He does the same to my mom." I replied. "Does he....does he hurt you....physically?" He asked. "No, but I think he hurts my mom sometimes." I said. "I'm so sorry Raven." He whispered as he pulled me into him. My head laid against his chest and my arms were wrapped around his torso. He rubbed my back as he hugged me, which I found very soothing. I snuggled my head into his chest, and took in his scent. I can't explain it, but it smelled so sweet and comforting. He just felt like home. After a while we pulled apart, even if I didn't want to. "Here's my number, call me when you feel the urge to hurt yourself. I'll listen, even if you call just to have someone to cry to." He said sweetly as he handed me a piece of paper. "Thanks." I said with a slight smile. Being with him really made me feel better. "You're welcome. You better get going before my next class starts." He said. "Okay, see you Tuesday." I said as I walked towards the door. "See ya." He said sweetly. I headed towards the cafeteria to get me a bottled water when Daniel came up to me. "Hey, what's with you?" He asked in an angry tone. "What do you mean?" I asked curiously. "I saw you ignore me and my new friends earlier. Are we not good enough for you?" He asked as I put my money in the vending machine. "Daniel, it's not that at all. I'm not feeling well, and I just don't feel like talking." I said. "Are you on your 'Oh, I'm so depressed' shit again? I'm done with you. You complain about your life so much, so do something about it instead of being a whiny bitch." He said before he walked away. "Go ahead, leave me like everyone else." I whispered to myself. I shook my head and walked out to my car. 'You don't need him. Especially if he can't like you for who you are.' I said to myself as I pulled out of the parking lot. I blasted Heathens by Twenty One Pilots. When I got home I saw about three cop cars. "Are you Raven Clarkson?" A police officer asked as I shut my radio off. "Yes." I replied. "I hate to tell you this, but your parents are dead. Your father killed your mother then committed suicide." He said with sympathy in his eyes. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, and I just felt numb. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I wouldn't be able to stay in the house anymore. I didn't much care about my father, but my mom's death stung. I felt like I got hit with by a brick wall. A wall of pain and sudden responsibility.

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