You pull away easily. You’re strong. You begin running. You’re fast. You turn corners randomly, spinning away from strangers, pushing off walls for leverage. You sprint into traffic and—before the cars have a chance to slam the brakes—you leap onto roofs, vaulting from car to car until you’re across the street.

The pressure in your head has retreated. A hand grabs your shoulder and you turn, throwing a punch without thinking. The boys head snaps back, and you feel immediate regret.

“I’m so sorry!” The words bubble up without thought.

The boy shakes it off and reaches in his bag. “Forget it. We need to get you home, stat.” You try to pull away, but he yanks you back and holds you in place. You struggle, but he doesn’t move. A phone buzzes in his pocket and he presses a button on the earpiece he’s wearing.

“Yeah? I’ve got it. I’ll bring it in now. I don’t care. Whatever you want.”

You feel the pinch of a needle and drowsiness creeps through you. He’s sedated you. Your struggles grow more and more feeble and finally the blackness wins.


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