I run as fast as I can, almost getting hit by a truck while running across a street. I hear the car following me. I'm trying to run faster, pumping my legs as fast as possible. People are staring at me, but no one is offering me help.
"Please!", I yell. "Please, someone. Help me!"
This just gets me more blank stares. Suddenly a black van pulls in front of me and I'm pulled inside. There are men with masks holding me down.
"We're not going to hurt you," one of them says. Stop struggling or we'll have to sedate you."
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