Elitism

Intelligence

Scene 1

Present Day

Jillian's Home

Don't... Make... Me... Let... Go Jillian muttered tossed and turned, sweating like she was in a sauna.

Oh, fuck me, she sighed, as she rolled to the right and almost rolled out of her bed. It was then that she decided to get up. She rubbed her eye and stared at the pocket alarm clock on the bedside table.

"Jesus Christ!" she screamed, as she saw that the clock showed 4 in the afternoon. She had overslept her own alarm, which was supposed to have woken her at 2:45 for the extra lessons in the afternoon. She briskly wiped away the sweat on her forehead with her pillow and got out of bed. Just then, she received a sharp pain on the right side of her abdomen, as if someone was stabbing her extremely quickly with a Swiss Army Knife. She looked down at her lilac purple blouse, which did a bad job of hiding the baby bump.

"Fuck" she cursed in a whisper. There was a small but growing maroon-coloured stain forming on her blouse. She lifted it up, exposing her abdominal skin, and saw to her horror that a weird pattern drawn in blood had materialized on it.

Jillian quickly swiped her phone up from the bedside table and texted Jefferson: I am sick. Please tell the bitch that I have to go to the hospital. Almost as soon as her phone connected to the network and showed Jillian that the message had sent, she fainted back into her bed. Luckily for her, she fell into a typical afternoon sleep rather than a coma.

Jillian woke up again for the second time that afternoon at 4:45pm. Once again, she woke up in a start and she picked up her phone once more. 

I will meet you at the hospital later, I have my own demons to take care of, Jefferson had replied. Fuck me, Jillian thought. She immediately called for a cab using an app on her phone, and was off to the hospital within 10 minutes.

"Hurry! Hurry!" she screamed continuously while being wheeled into an emergency room. The stain hadn't gotten any bigger, but her skin started to bulge slightly in a jagged manner. Tears started to flow slowly down her eyes as she continued screaming in pain. "Ohhhhh FUCK!" she screamed, feeling an intense pain as if the baby was dragging a chainsaw across her placenta. "FUCK" she continued screaming, just as a figure came into her subconscious. 

"Wake up. They are watching" the figure said, just before she fainted.

Scene 2

Present Day

Wellington High

"Bye guys," Jefferson waved at his friends after lunch. While the rest went home, having finished the day's work and classes, Jefferson proceeded to the library to finish the rest of his work.

Before starting on his work, Jefferson decided to lay his head on the table and take a quick rest. Putting on his headphones, set to his study playlist - a basic 2010s dance pop genre playlist - he closed his eyes and started to take deep breaths to calm himself down. 

I've taken so much time and effort to come to this stage of my life, he thought to himself, shortly before drifting off into a tumultuous dream.

Jefferson saw himself in a metro station, a few years ago. He looked down at himself, and saw that he was wearing the uniform of his old middle school. Breaking out in cold sweat, he slowly lifted his head and scanned the surroundings. Looking for the large wall-mounted or hanging clock one usually sees in metro stations, he realized that the station was eerily silent. It even felt that way, as if the life had been drained from the ambience. His gaze fixed on an analog clock about 50 feet from him, which said it was 11 in the morning. 

That can't be right, Jefferson said sotto voce, before suddenly involuntarily reaching his left hand into his pants pocket. 

Oh, he mouthed, stunned. It was the middle school examination period, he realized. Students usually should be in school by now, awaiting the fruits of their labor over the past few months.

The sound of a train pulling into the station broke his immersion. About forty seconds later, the train had aligned to the platform, and the doors opened. Suddenly, a boy wearing uniform of the most prestigious school in the region came running toward the train from behind Jefferson. He was panting heavily, and he was sweating as if he had been in a sauna for hours. Jefferson turned his attention back to the train, and realized that the train was completely empty - well, at least the cabin that was facing him was empty. He watched as the boy got to a spot in the center of the cabin, well in Jefferson's view. 

"Are you okay?" Jefferson said, projecting his voice loudly toward the train. The boy started nodding slowly, before swaying from side to side and finally collapsing on the floor, mouth mildly foaming. Jefferson screamed, and ran to the train. He started shaking the boy, attempting to get a response for him before calling the authorities, when suddenly he saw that the boy's bag was unzipped.

Jefferson suddenly had an intrusive thought. Before he could stop himself, he stole all the papers he could grab from the bag in one action, quickly stuffing them into his own bag. The boy pleaded with him wordlessly but animatedly. Jefferson knocked his head toward the floor, before hitting the emergency button of the train and escaping the scene.

Jefferson never stopped running until he reached his school. He spent the next three days diligently - he never had placed such emphasis on his studies like that before - learning from the very efficient and smart study notes the boy on the train had made. He then sat for the middle school examinations afterward - his school was by far the latest in the region to administer them, as it was a shit school anyway - and aced it.

After Jefferson got his exam results back, he felt a hand grab his neck and attempt to choke him. He woke up and found himself back in the library, crying and attempting to scream.

I AM SORRY, OKAY? LET ME LIVE! he cried.