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“Don’t touch me!”

“Get your hands off me!,” I shouted as loud as I could.
They just kept moving closer and closer. Their every
footstep is like the rhythm of death. One of them grabbed my arm,
and the other one the other. I screamed and kicked, but they still
managed to pull me out of the room, handcuffed me with a chair in
the elevator and I was moving down. After I saw “G” on the screen,
the elevator opened and I was transported to another room. The
room was brightly lit and I could see the pink flowers growing on
trees through the large window. The outside world looked so lively
and colorful. I could see birds flying and butterflies flapping their
wings. I imagined the air being fresh. Such a great day for a picnic.
Such a great day to be outside and free.
A syringe was injected into my skin. They collected a
sample of my blood and put it into some machine. After several
minutes, which for me felt like hours, another figure came in and the
people in white were asked to leave the room, leaving me with the
lady in dark blue. Before they left, they handed over a small syringe
with clear liquid and handed it over to the lady in blue. She received
it and gently placed it on the desk before sitting on her chair and
looking at me.

She started speaking. “Hello, how are you doing?”

I kept silent. I knew her, and she knew me. I don’t know why
she had helped me and smiled at me every time we passed in the
halls. Was she only trying to impress everyone? Was she trying to
win my trust or did she really care? Nah, she doesn't even know
me. What a fool I was to have that thought slipped into my mind.