The Boy Who Ran Away/Transcript

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[*Open on a small boy with shiny black hair and olive tan skin. He wears a baggy gray school uniform and holds a book in his arms while walking away from a large school. He has a sad look on his face and gazes up into the cloudy gray sky. Thunder rumbles overhead. He sighs, closes his eyes and walks further away.*]

**Ilias:** [*narrating*] Friday, October 25th. Another terrible day at school, and nothing can possibly lift my spirits today or tomorrow.

[*Cut to Ilias in the courtyard earlier the same day, walking alone while three other students, two boys and a girl sneak up on him from behind.*]

**Ilias:** [*narrating*] I was shoved into a mud puddle, hit by food and soda bottles, and picked on for my looks and diary and called awful names by Bradshaw, Grover and Wight…

[*The aforementioned Bradshaw, Grover, and Wight shoved him facefirst to the ground, making him drop his diary and backpack, and started throwing food and soda bottles, aluminum cans and rocks at Ilias, and shouting at him, making him cry in pain.*]

**Ilias:** [*narrating*] Who attempted to destroy you, my only friend.

**Floyd:** [*grabs Ilias' Diary and opens it*] Nobody cares about you and your stupid stories, and we're about to prove it to you!

**Ilias:** [*slightly rises from the ground puddle*] You put my journal down right now!

**Scott:** [*grabs Ilias by the arm, pinning it to the ground*] Shut up!

**Thelma:** [*looks at the building nearby*] Come on, Floyd, hurry up! We're losing our light!

**Ilias:** [*raises his other arm*] Don't do it!

**Thelma:** [*snatches Ilias' diary from Hunter*] Give me that! Now watch this, and don't even think about trying to fix it, 'cause you can't! And you'll see why!

[*Thelma opens up the diary all the way, and roughly grabs one of the pages, rips them out and throws them onto the ground. Ilias, in the mud puddle, his head raised, and free arm stretched out, bursts into tears.*]

**Ilias:** [*crying while screaming*] No!

**Thelma:** [*rips out one last page before throwing his diary at his face*] And remember, that is where stupid, ugly little freaks like you belong, and don't you forget it!

[*Ilias sees the crumpled and ripped pages and his dirty diary, begins to shake all over, and then screams in rage, breaking free of Scott’s grasp and pushing him off his back as Ilias rises to his feet, his face all red and uniform ridden with dirt from the ground, and his eyes bloodshot red.]*

**Ilias:** [*narrating*] Before I knew it, something snapped and I had gone out of my mind. I admit I fought back with these guys before, but not for reasons like this. After a whole minute, I realized what went out of my control.

[*Ilias runs Floyd into the ground and pounds him in the chest, lunges at Scott and punches him in the cheek, knocking him to the ground and as he tackles Wight, throws her at the wall, and trips her via leg sweep, then head-butts Scott directly on the face several times, until Ilias falls to his knees, catching his breath, seeing the others down on the ground, his eyes now blue, and starts to cry a few seconds after realizing he lost control. Cut to Ilias walking through a busy street with his diary, the ripped out pages, and his bag later that afternoon.*]

**Ilias:** [*narrating*] We were all suspended for a week for our fight, but the school did nothing to help me, especially since we met two months ago, and I knew what McCoy and Cline would say once I got back. It’s never pleasant.

[*Cut to a boring looking little house. It is now night.*]

**Alfred:** [*offscreen*] What the devil are you playing at?!

[*Cut to inside the house.]*

**Alfred:** I thought we understood only speaking when spoken to! Doing something when people telling us to do it! Ever since we had you in this house, you deliberately disobeyed us! Why?!

[*Ilias stands defiantly with his arms crossed.*]

**Ilias:** Because I'm tired of being treated like I'm your enemy.

**Marjorie:** [*scoffs*] Enemy? Sometimes we wonder with you!

**Alfred:** I guess I made the same mistake a lot of people make. Taking people that don't belong to me, and if I hadn't, it wouldn't be this way? Forget it, Charlie!

**Ilias:** You finally admit it. I don’t belong here at all. That’s what I needed to hear.

**Marjorie:** Oh? Perhaps this would have been the more logical decision, and you're going there first thing tomorrow morning.

[She holds out a pamphlet for Lt. Col. MacCarthy Military Academy For Delinquent Boys. Ilias begins to shake all over and bursts into tears.]

**Ilias:** No... No, I won't survive a day there! You can't do this to me!

**Marjorie:** Oh, we can... and we will.

**Ilias:** I can't go there! My parents said I can't be part of any military psychobabble because of my condition! I can't do this! I don't even like war and politics!

[*Ilias haphazardly grabs the pamphlet and moves towards his small room as Alfred is driven to his breaking point.*]

**Alfred:** Don't you even dare to defy me again! It's for your own good! You are going there first thing tomorrow, and I do not want to hear another word about it!

[*Ilias' anger gets the best of him once again as he stands in his doorway.*]

**Ilias:** You won't! I will never talk to you again!

[*Ilias slams the door to his room locks it, rips up the pamphlet in anger, and slumps down on the floor. Cut to outside much later. Ilias climbs out the window with a brown leather messenger bag on his shoulder and a suitcase in one hand. He gives one last defiant look at the house before running off. He is now wearing different clothes that make him feel like he has a sense of individuality.*]

**Ilias:** [*narrating*] You know what? Enough is enough. I’m done. I'm packing my bags, and I’m leaving. No turning back. I don’t care what happens to me anymore.

[*Ilias runs through the street with his trunk without looking back. He leaves the neighborhood, passes the coastal resort near the bay, down the Breakwater, and stops at the end where the lighthouse stands, drops his baggage, and collapses, catching his breath. He takes a moment to gaze at his surroundings, the moon and stars in the midnight sky. He remembers something about it from his real parents, his eyes shone with hopeless longing.*]

**Ilias:** I wish you were here right now... If you hadn't gone... none of this would be happening...

[*Ilias is miserable. He gazes into the night sky, supposing as if he's expecting a car to pull up behind him and a man’s hand to grope his arm and pull him back, but no one comes. His eyes are full of tears. He is now confused about why he is even out here at night in the first place, let alone where to go and what to do now.*]

[*He buries his face in his arms as he cries, he's truly all alone.*]

[*Cut to deep sea in the evening light. A mermaid speeds through a hall shiny, golden flying buttresses. A satchel on her shoulder, and a roll of parchment and an orb in her hands. She swims up to a throne chair where another mermaid sits, reading a roll of parchment. The mermaid on the throne wears a gold crown on her head, signifying her position as a queen.*]

**Messenger Mermaid:** Your Majesty, you’d better have a look at this.