Mr Murphy●Cillian Murphy X Reader

September 16th

"Again!" Miss Griffs slammed her hand on the piano. My fingers began to stiffen, I sat up straight, memorising the whole of Fur Elise. Hands aching with pain, while Miss griffs just sat back in her chair, watching my every mistake and every chord and note, shouting at me every five minutes for a silly mistake.
As soon as any key was done wrong or a mistake she would slam her hand on the piano making me do it all again, the sweet woman I had met on the first day was gone, instead a mad woman sat next to me shouting at me every minute.
"Wrong,wrong!" She shouted,"Relax, don't be so stiff with your fingers, breathe diana,"
"Can't I play something I like?" I asked. Possibly, I would slightly enjoy our "meetings" more.
"No! Fur elise is a classic," she exhaled so dramatically, as if she was disappointed in me.
"Can I at least have a break?" I said, trying to compromise.
"Five minutes, I want you back here in five minutes," she mumbled.
Finally, on the way out, I purposely slammed the door so hard I thought the wall might actually crack, just to annoy Miss griffs. She really thought I would be back in five minutes, in her dreams, possibly. Free, free of her evil clutches over me.
It was a warm, sticky day. The grounds of the school were filled with lush gardens, full of rose bushes, and ponds. Miss griffs wouldn't find me here, I found a spot in the shade next to a lavender Bush behind the ground keepers hut. Silence surrounded me, no sound of teachers shouting at me, no piano, and no miss griffs.
Taking out my notes, I started to plan my history project.
First, design a gorgeous dress.Next, get permission from the sewing department to use a sewing machine. When I go clothes shopping with Flo after school, buy fabrics. Make outfits based on history.
Seems simple enough.
10.54 pm
I had sat in the garden for almost twenty minutes now, sketching outfits in my notebook. The five minutes that I had to be back to my music lesson soon disappeared into twenty, I imagined Miss griffs would've surely given up by now.
History was enjoyable, so I would actually go to history. I liked everything about it. The classroom, the teacher, the lesson. A few minutes before the lesson started, I began to pack up my things and left the spot I was sitting in, remembering it for my next music lesson.
11.22 pm
My seat in history was at the front. Right in front of Mr. Murphy, I did very much enjoy the view. His face looked as if it was almost moulded from clay. It was so perfect. His eyes, blue as the ocean.
"Diana?Diana?" Mr. Murphy awoke me from my daydream,"There is a teacher here for you?" A teacher? What teacher. I only had four. Mr Murphy, Miss Miles, Mr Andes, and Miss Griffs. Oh god, it was Miss griffs, wasn't it? It was because I skipped her lesson. I started to pick up my bags, trembling from fear. I would just deny, deny leaving, say I got lost. It's a big school, deny.
"Diana, you dont have to take your bags," Mr Murphy said while taking them out of my arm," I will keep hold of them till you return," I nodded in thanks.
Miss griffs stood outside the classroom door. It was her. She was no longer smiling her wild fake smile, but arms crossed and the look of anger on her face.
"5 minutes," she sighed," 5 minutes I said, and you were gone for 20,"
"I'm sorry," I lied, trying to keep eye contact so as to make her nervous.
"You're here for a music scholarship," her voice began to raise to a shout,"and sorry is all you have to say?"
"What do you want me to say, miss?" I asked. What did she want me to do beg her to forgive me?
"You have one more foot out of line, and you're gone?" Miss griffs face began to turn red,"You embarrassed me and the music department, you stupid girl,"
"What!" I exclaimed," maybe if you were better at teaching, I wouldn't have left!'
Suddenly, I felt her cold hand tightly grab my wrist and bang it against a locker,"You listen to me, one more mistake, and you can say goodbye to your scholarship, they shouldn't let people like you into this school anyway,"
She let go of my wrist, leaving it stiff and red.
"Mark my words," she continued pointing a bony finger at me,"you carry on like this, and you won't be here this time next week, and detention tomorrow after dark,"
No, no, no! That was Lindsy party, my first party, and I had a detention. As Miss griffs turned her back and walked off. I stuck my middle finger up at her back. Bitch. Shouldn't let people like me into the school, stuck up bitch. The feeling of sadness overwhelmed me, I couldn't go back to class like this. Mr Murphy would understand that I couldn't go back to the gardens too far. The toilets are fine.
As soon as I got a cubical, the feeling grew worse. I didn't belong here. I would never belong here. Placing my hands into my hands, I couldn't help but cry. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I didn't want to be at this school, but at the same time, I didn't want to be kicked out.
I didn't feel welcomed, not one bit. I couldn't be here, I should be at home with my mum comforting me. Not in the school bathrooms, upset because of a teacher.
Soon enough, the minutes flew away again into almost an hour.
●Cillians Pov●
Cillian sat at his desk, occasionally glancing at Diana's bag. Where was she? He enjoyed having Diana in his lessons. She would always concentrate and listen to every word he said like it was his last. Worry filled his mind after an hour had passed and class had been dismissed. Miss Griffs came by to the classroom aggressively knocking on the door.
"I just wanted to say," she said poking her head through the door," If Diana makes any trouble in your class, tell me,"
Cillian worry grew worse,"annabelle," he said, addressing Miss griffs by her first name,"Is Diana not with you anymore?"
"No," she replied," last I saw of her was forty minutes ago,"
Cillian stood up from his desk, pushing Miss griffs out of the doorway. "Is everything OK, sir?" Asked a random student.
"No," he responded," have you seen Diana, new student, tall?"
"No," the student replied.
Cillian went around asking every student he saw, the majority not even knowing who she was.
Passing his old student issy he remembered her sitting with Diana on her first day,"have you seen Diana?" Quickly, he asked.
"No, not since this morning,"
Panick overwhelmed him. Where could she be. He understood that if she was having a rough time, he couldn't report her missing, or it would go back to annabelle griffs. Where would you go to be alone? He thought to himself. Where is the one place people can't disturb you? Garden? No too far. He pondered in the hallway for a moment until he realised.