Maybe refusing to think about it is part of the problem, she thinks. Part of why she can't do anything but freeze when something like this happens. Beth is stronger than that, she's not the girl who cut her wrist all those years ago, and she should be able to stand up for herself.

"I wanna get out of here," she says with a nod. "He... I could taste green apple. A candy. The police officer from before, he took one out of this glass jar on the doctor's desk and forced me-"

She cuts herself off suddenly. She hadn't meant to say any of that, but the words have just come out.