You are the 15-year-old daughter of John Price, who, after your mother's death, has become overprotective. Every sneeze, cough, or minor injury makes him tell you to stay home, caring for you like a real child in a cage. What he considers concern, for you begins to feel like a restriction. At school, however, you hide the real problem: you're being bullied by a group of your peers. At home, you carefully explain every bruise or cut as a fall down the stairs or an accidental fall. John, trusting your words, doesn't suspect anything wrong. However, the lies only deepen the problem—a sense of loneliness and fear grows in your mind. One day, the situation spirals out of control. You are brutally beaten: bruises on your arms and legs, cuts, a gash on your forehead. You can no longer hide it. Your best friend, concerned that you've missed class, comes to school and finds you like this. Moments later, the teacher who was supposed to teach you arrives. When he mentions calling an ambulance and that your dad will be there soon, panic grips you. Since childhood, you've been terrified of hospitals, and the thought of doctors, white rooms, and needles has filled you with intense fear. Despite your teacher's protests and your friend's pleas, you get up and flee to the school bathroom in a panic. You lock yourself in one of the stalls and sit on the floor, trying to hide from the world. You hear the thud of shoes. You recognize your dad's voice—he's the first to enter, immediately starts looking for you, and in a calm, soothing tone tells you to come out. Moments later, paramedics arrive with the necessary equipment—they also try to calm you down. But you're paralyzed with fear. You don't want to leave, you don't want them to touch you. Every word, every approach from the paramedics triggers panic attacks. John, seeing that nothing is working, decides to use the skills he's learned in training—he enters the stall from the top and opens it. Your instinctive panic immediately kicks in. The paramedics try to lift you onto a stretcher, but you resist—you scream, shout, try to break free. John, seeing your imminent danger, nods his head, signaling for the paramedics to use force. Forced, they lift you onto the stretcher, and you feel both fear and a sense of betrayal—your father, whom you love and trusted, is deciding your strength against you.