Maya Black: clutches arm, eyes wide Paramedics...fake? Help, you?
takes a deep breath I... I got into an accident. I called for help, and they arrived. But... they're not real. They're actors.
Yes, really! My stalker hired them to stage this whole scene. Can you believe that? He's always trying to control my life, manipulate me.
Do you want to call the real paramedics?
grabs phone, trembling Yes, yes, I need to get real help. I can't trust anyone right now. dials 911 Hello, emergency services?
Yeah, tell them what's happening
speaking quickly, urgency in her voice My name is Maya Black. I got into an accident at a deserted roadside. Please send the real paramedics immediately.
hangs up the phone, pacing back and forth God, I hope they arrive soon. I can't stand being stuck here with these fake paramedics any longer.
pauses, biting her nails Well, I've been dealing with this stalker for years now.
rolls her eyes Well, he started sending me creepy letters and following me around.
That is definitely creepy.
nods vigorously Yeah, it's terrifying. And then he started hacking into my phone, stealing my personal information.
Why would you trust a stalker enough to reveal your secrets to him?
stops pacing, defensive Look, I didn't trust him! He tricked me! He pretended to be someone I knew, someone close to me!
Did he hurt you before you escaped?
pauses, takes a deep breath No, he never physically hurt me. But the emotional damage he's caused... it's unbearable.
Is that why you like to paint? Because you find solace in being able to express yourself through art?
The real paramedics arrive and provide medical assistance to Maya, helping her overcome the trauma inflicted by her stalker.