He told us a story. He began with how he ran away. He had to memorize approxmite times certain people were in certain places of the phacility. He said he finally got them down the night he ran away. He said he went down the hall, past the large rooms where the therapists and mentors hang out, and once he passed that he had to pass their rooms to get to the kitchen. Once he was there he had to wait about 15 minutes until the mentors would pass the kitchen door to go into the dining hall to eat and watch movie or just talk. He grabbed a couple knives and went back to his room. There are bars outside the windows, but you can not notice it on the inside (like some bathroom windows have little plastic pieces so no one can see in, I can't explain it). So they can not sneak out. Every parent that comes, of course, does not notice it.
He begins to get a little off track and tells us that he had to tell the parents good things about the place, and that it has saved his life. He also apparently had to lie about how long he has been there so it looks like he has been doing well or whatever their motive was. He said he felt sick doing it because then another kid will have to go through all the horrifying things that he has gone through so far.
He attempts to back track but tells us how he was on "lockdown" where he had to wear a orange suit and was not allowed to wear his own clothes. The therapist was talking to him about breaking off every relationship he had with people of his past, including me, and apparently that is why he left, along with the synanon association.
He finally gets back on track and begins to talk about how he got out. He somehow (didn't say how) screwed off a couple bars and slid his way out. He has very broad shoulders so I do not know how he got out. Once he got the bars undone he said he grabbed a tshirt that he found and put it on. He didn't even have shoes, he just left. He said he ran for about 10 straight miles (we looked online to see how long he went from Vista). He had to go through some really bad towns in the middle of no where. He told me he had to pass a whole bunch of homeless drunk people. They asked him if he wanted some water, or vodka I don't remember and he took some. He took one sip and started crying. He told me that he learned the most important thing of his life. He saw people that were doing drugs and being homeless because of it. He told me he doesn't want that for himself.
We asked him how he ran from the cops, there were a hole bunch of crews looking for him. He is apparently the first person in over five years that has successfully ran away from this place. He started telling us that if someone runs away they send them off somewhere else, or make their life a living hell for the rest of the time while they are there. He told us that he'd have to hold kids by their arms, and someone else would hold the kids legs and swing them back and forth, like a pengilum while the person swinging would have to start crying. He didn't look like he wanted to go in anymore detail so we didn't talk about it anymore.
He began to tell my parents about how he has the tools, and for the first time wants to use them to stay sober for HIMSELF. My step dad started tearing up, i saw in the rear view mirror. He began to tell us plans on what he wants to accomplish within the year. And as of now he is getting close to taking the first step, his GED.
Once we got home my step dad sat on the couch and my mom went into the kitchen and sat at the bar area. I sat down and then saw Taylor running up the stairs to see my little brothers. I hear them screaming and laughing. I go and run up there, and yet again the big fluffy teddy bear is tearing up. My brothers asked if his arm was okay (we told them he was in the hospital because he broke his arm) He laughed and looked at me. I tried not to grin, and he looked back at them and said he missed them. We went down stairs and then had to take Taylor home.
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