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I Went to A Rehab Facility. Something Was Very Wrong with This Place. · Creepy Stories to Fall Asleep To

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My hands wouldn't stop shaking on the steering wheel.
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That was probably the worst part of the whole 12 hour drive.
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Not the empty gas station coffee or the fact that I've been awake
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for 36 hours straight, but my hands doing that thing where
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they just trembled no matter what I did.
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I tried gripping tighter, didn't work.
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I tried letting go completely at red lights and flexing my
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fingers. That didn't work either.
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By the time I hit the Oregon State line, I figured it was
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just going to be like that for a while, part of the whole mess
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I'd made. Third DUI conviction.
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That's what brought me here. Well, that and Sherri showing up
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at my apartment with those papers in her hand and that look
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on her face. My sister doesn't mess around
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when she decides something needs to happen.
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She'd found this place somehow, filled out the forms, talked to
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the judge, the whole thing. Court mandated rehabilitation at
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a facility called Serenity Pines.
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You're going, she'd said. It's this or jail.
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Not much of A choice there. The GPS kept telling me to turn
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left in half a mile, but I couldn't see anything except
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trees. Oregon Pines, thick and dark on
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both sides of the road, like they were trying to close in.
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I've been driving through forest for the last two hours.
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My phone had lost signal about 40 minutes back.
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Just me and the trees and that robotic voice promising I was
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almost there. Then I saw it.
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The place didn't look anything like what I'd expected.
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I mean, I've been picturing something institutional, you
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know, concrete walls and chain link fences and that smell of
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industrial disinfectant. But Serenity Pines was this
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massive Victorian mansion, all white wood and wrap around
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porches and these tall windows catching the afternoon light.
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It looked like someone's rich grandmother's house, not a place
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where they sent people like me. The building sat in this perfect
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clearing, surrounded by those dark Pines, like someone had
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just carved out a circle of civilization in the middle of
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nowhere. There were gardens, actual
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landscaped gardens with flower beds and stone pathways, a
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fountain in the front courtyard. The whole thing gleamed white
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against all that green. I pulled into the circular
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driveway and just sat there for a minute.
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My hands had finally stopped shaking, which was weird.
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Maybe it was just relief that I'd made it without driving into
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a tree. The front door opened before I
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even got out of the car. You must be weighed.
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The woman walking toward me was maybe mid 40s, wearing this
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crisp white uniform that looked more like expensive scrubs than
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anything medical. She had her hair pulled back in
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a bun and these Gray eyes that seemed really focused on my
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face. But she was smiling, which threw
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me off a little. Nobody at the courthouse had
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been smiling when they'd explained where I was going.
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I'm Denise Fitzgerald, your intake coordinator.
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She extended her hand. How was your drive?
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Long. I said, shaking her hand.
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Her grip was firm but not aggressive.
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Professional, I'm sure it was. Well, you're here now, and
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that's what matters. She gestured toward the mansion.
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Shall we get you settled? I grabbed my duffel bag from the
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back seat, everything I owned that wasn't going to be in
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storage for the next 6 months, and followed her up the front
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steps. The porch wrapped around the
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entire building with these white rocking chairs positioned like
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people actually sat in them. Inside was even more unexpected.
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The entrance hall had this polished wood floor covered with
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what looked like actual Persian rugs.
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Not the fake ones you see in hotel lobbies, but the kind that
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probably cost more than my car. There was a grandfather clock in
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the corner and oil paintings on the walls and furniture that
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looked like antiques. I know it's not what most people
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expect, Denise said, noticing me looking around.
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We found the comfort helps the healing process significantly.
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When people feel at home, they're more likely to focus on
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their recovery rather than just counting down the days.
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That made sense, I guess, though I wasn't sure I'd ever lived
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anywhere that felt like this. She led me down a hallway lined
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with more paintings, landscapes, mostly forest scenes that
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probably looked a lot like what was outside these windows.
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The carpet under our feet was thick enough that our footsteps
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didn't make any sound. Our approach here is quite
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different from traditional rehabilitation centers, Denise
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was saying as we walked. We don't believe in rigid
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schedules or mandatory group sessions.
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Everyone heals at their own pace, in their own way.
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We stopped at a staircase with this carved wooden banister that
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curved up to the second floor. She started climbing and I
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followed, wondering what the catch was.
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There's always a catch. Your room is on the 2nd floor.
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She continued. Private bathroom, garden view.
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We found that solitude and reflection are often more
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beneficial than forced interaction.
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My room was at the end of the hall.
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She opened the door with an actual key, not a key card but
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an old fashioned brass key, and handed it to me.
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The room was bigger than my apartment back home.
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Queen sized bed with white linens, a desk by the window, a
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comfortable looking armchair in the corner.
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The window looked out over those manicured gardens I'd seen from
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the driveway. Late afternoon sun was filtering
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through the glass, making everything look warm and
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peaceful. The only requirement we have,
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Denise said, closing the door behind us, is attendance at our
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nightly Wellness check, 10:00 every evening in the common room
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downstairs. Just a brief check in to make
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sure everyone's doing well. She walked over to the desk and
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picked up something I hadn't noticed.
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A small ceramic dish, white and simple, about the size of my
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palm. These are meditation herbs, she
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said, holding up the dish. Inside were what looked like
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dried flowers, dark purple and brown, crumbled into small
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pieces. Burn a pinch each evening before
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bed. They'll help with sleep and
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reduce withdrawal cravings. I took the dish from her.
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The herbs didn't smell like anything I recognized.
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Not unpleasant, just earthy and kind of sweet.
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How do I just light them like incense?
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There's a lighter in the desk drawer.
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The effects are quite gentle, but very effective.
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She smiled again, that same warm expression from when she'd met
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me outside. Is there anything else you need
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right now? I looked around the room again.
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It was nicer than anywhere I'd lived in years.
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Hell, it was nicer than anywhere I'd ever lived.
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No, I think I'm good. Excellent.
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Dinner is served in the dining room from 5:00 to 7:00 if you're
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interested, but there's no pressure.
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Take your time getting settled. She headed toward the door, then
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paused. Oh, and wait, welcome to
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Serenity Pines. I think you're going to find
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your stay here quite restorative.
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After she left, I dropped my duffel bag on the bed and sat
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down in the armchair by the window.
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The gardens outside were perfectly maintained flower beds
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and neat geometric patterns, stone paths winding between
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them, everything trimmed and organized like someone with
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actual gardening skills had designed it.
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I'd expected to feel anxious. I'd been anxious for weeks, ever
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since Sherri had shown up with those papers.
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But sitting there in that room, looking out at those gardens, I
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felt something I hadn't felt in months.
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Calm. Which was weird, because I
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should have been climbing the walls by now.
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I've been drinking heavily for the better part of a year, and
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going cold Turkey usually meant shaking hands and cold sweats
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and feeling like my skin was crawling with invisible bugs.
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But I felt fine. Better than fine.
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Maybe it was just the relief of finally being somewhere instead
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of driving, or maybe this place really was different.
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That night I tried the meditation herbs, just a pinch,
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like Denise had said. I found the lighter in the desk
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drawer, a nice brass zippo, not some cheap plastic thing, and
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lit the dried flowers in the ceramic dish.
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They burned slowly, releasing a thin stream of sweet smelling
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smoke. I'd never been much for
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meditation or any of that new age stuff, but I figured I'd
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give it a shot. What was the worst that could
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happen? I settled into bed and watched
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the smoke curl up toward the ceiling.
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The smell was actually pretty nice, kind of like vanilla and
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something else I couldn't identify.
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Floral, maybe. Within minutes I felt this
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heaviness settling over me. Not a bad heaviness, just this
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sense of my whole body relaxing in a way it hadn't in months.
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My eyelids got heavy and the anxious thoughts that usually
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kept me awake just sort of faded away.
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I slept better that night than I had since I couldn't remember
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when. Deep, dreamless sleep that left
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me feeling actually rested instead of just tired in a
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different way. When I woke up the next morning,
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the sun was streaming through my window and I could hear birds
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outside. For the first time in longer
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than I wanted to think about, I didn't immediately want to
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drink. The first three days were
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perfect. That's what bugged me later, how
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perfect they were. I stayed in my room mostly.
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Didn't have much choice really. The place was set up so you
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could just exist without dealing with anyone else.
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Meals showed up outside my door three times a day like
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clockwork. 7301215645. I figured someone had to be
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walking the halls, but I never heard footsteps or saw anyone
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through the little peephole. The food was the weird part.
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Not weird bad weird good. Every single thing they brought
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was something I actually wanted to eat.
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Day one, I got a Turkey sandwich on sourdough with extra Pickles.
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That's exactly how I make them at home.
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Day 2, chicken and dumplings that tasted like my mom used to
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make before she died. Day three, a cheeseburger with
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those thin cut fries from Five Guys.
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I kept waiting for them to bring me some kind of forms.
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You know, dietary preferences, allergies, that kind of thing.
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Standard hospital stuff, but nothing came, just the food
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sitting on a little wooden tray outside my door.
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The strangest thing was how hungry I felt.
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Usually when I'm detoxing, food makes me sick.
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Can't keep anything down for the first week, but here I was
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eating everything they brought and wanting more.
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An hour later, my hand stopped shaking on day 2.
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By day three I felt better than I had in months.
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I wasn't totally alone though. The walls were thin enough that
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I could hear other people footsteps in the room above me
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around 10 every night. Someone coughing 2 doors down
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sounded like an old man, probably a smoker.
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Bed springs creaking at weird hours.
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Normal sounds I guess people trying to sleep in a new place.
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But I never saw anyone in the hallways.
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Not once. Every night around 9, Denise did
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her rounds. I could hear her knocking on
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doors down the hall, working her way toward my room.
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Same routine each time. Knock, knock.
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Evening, Wellness, check. Do you need anything tonight?
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Most people just said no through the door.
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Sometimes someone would ask for extra blankets or a different
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pillow. She'd say she'd take care of it
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then move on to the next room. When she got to mine I always
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said I was fine, didn't want to deal with seeing anyone.
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The whole point of this place was supposed to be low stress
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right? No group therapy, no forced
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interactions, just rest and detox.
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Sleep well she'd say. Remember to use your meditation
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herbs before bed. By the 4th night, I was feeling
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almost human again. That's when the curiosity kicked
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in. I've been hiding in my room for
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three days straight and I started wondering what the rest
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of this place looked like. Where did Denise go after her
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rounds? Were there other staff members I
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hadn't seen? What did a $1200 a night
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facility actually have to offer? I waited until 3:00 in the
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morning, figured that was the safest time.
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Middle of the night, everyone asleep, minimal chance of
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running into anyone. My door didn't have a lock,
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which seemed weird for a treatment center.
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Just twisted the handle and stepped out into the hallway.
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The carpet was this thick burgundy stuff that made
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everything silent. Emergency lighting along the
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baseboards gave off just enough glow to see where I was going.
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I'd only seen this hallway from my doorway before.
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Turned out it was longer than I thought, with maybe 8 or 9 rooms
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on each side. All the doors looked identical
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to mine. Plain wood, brass handles,
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little name plates that were too small to read in the dim light.
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At the end of the hall there was a staircase I hadn't noticed
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during my intake tour. Made sense, they'd probably
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shown me just the main areas, not the whole building.
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I figured it led to staff quarters or maybe administrative
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offices, some kind of behind the scenes area.
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The stairs were the same thick carpet so I didn't make any
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noise going down. At the bottom there was a heavy
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wooden door with no window. I tried the handle unlocked.
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That should have been my first warning.
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The room I walked into wasn't what I expected at all.
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It was huge, had to be the entire basement of the building.
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The ceiling was low, maybe 7 feet, with fluorescent lights
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that hummed softly. And it was filled with hospital
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beds, not regular beds like the one in my room.
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These were the real deal. White metal frames, adjustable
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heights, rails on the sides. Each one had someone lying in
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it. My brain tried to make sense of
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what I was seeing. Maybe this was the medical wing
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for people who needed more intensive care during detox.
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But then I got closer to the first bed.
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The person lying there, middle-aged guy with Gray hair,
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was connected to an IV drip, clear fluid going into his arm.
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His chest was rising and falling, steady and slow, like
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he was in deep sleep, but his eyes were moving under his
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eyelids, fast, jerky movements, like he was dreaming hard about
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something. I walked down the row of beds,
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20, maybe 25 of them, all occupied, all connected to Ivs,
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all with that same rapid eye movement thing going on.
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That's when I started recognizing faces.
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The Gray haired guy in the first bed I'd seen his picture in the
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entrance hall, part of that display showing current
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residence and their treatment goals.
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According to the photo, his name was Marcus and he was in the
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East Wing working on gambling addiction.
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Three beds down, there was a woman I recognized too, Sarah
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something the display had said she was in The West Wing for
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prescription drug dependency. I checked more faces.
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Every single one of them was someone from those intake
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photos, people who were supposedly staying in other
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parts of the building, going through their own treatment
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programs. But they were all down here, all
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unconscious, all hooked up to Ivs.
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My heart started doing that thing where it pounds so hard
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you can feel it in your ears. I backed away from the beds,
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trying to figure out what I was looking at.
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Some kind of medical procedure? Emergency care?
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But why were they all asleep? And why hadn't anyone mentioned
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this during my intake? The IV bags caught my attention.
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Clear fluid. But there was something else
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mixed in. A faint yellowish tint that
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reminded me of something. Took me a second to place it.
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It looked exactly like the tea they'd served with dinner my
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first night. Same color, same slight
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cloudiness. That's when I ran.
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I took the stairs 2 at a time, my bare feet silent on the
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carpet down the hallway, past all those identical doors back
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to my room. I shut the door behind me and
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leaned against it, trying to catch my breath.
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That's when I noticed the ceramic dish sitting on my night
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stand. The meditation herbs, the ones
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I've been burning faithfully every night for better sleep.
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The ones that knocked me out cold within 20 minutes.
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I picked up the dish and looked at the dried plants inside.
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In the lamp light, they didn't look like lavender anymore.
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They looked like the same stuff I'd seen mixed into those IV
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bags downstairs. My hand started shaking again.
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I've been drugging myself every night for three days straight,
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following their instructions like an idiot, burning whatever
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they'd given me and breathing in the smoke.
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No wonder I've been sleeping so well.
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No wonder I felt so disconnected and foggy during the day.
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I grabbed the dish with both hands and walked to the window.
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The latch opened. Easy, cool night air hit my face
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as I leaned out over the garden below.
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I hurled that thing as hard as I could, watched it arc through
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the darkness and shatter on the stone path 3 floors down.
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Little pieces of ceramics scattered everywhere, mixing
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with the herb remnants. That was it.
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Whatever game they were playing here, I was done being a player.
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The knock came, soft and polite, like someone delivering room
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service. Before I could say anything, the
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door opened and there was Denise just walked right in like she
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owned the place. Which I guess she did.
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Hello, Wade. Same warm smile from yesterday,
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same crisp white uniform. But something was off about how
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she moved. Too smooth, like she was gliding
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instead of walking. Her smile stretched a little too
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wide when she saw the empty night stand.
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I see you've had some concerns about your treatment protocol.
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That's what she called it. Treatment protocol.
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I figured she'd be pissed about the broken dish, maybe charge me
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for it or something. Instead, she just stood there
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with her hands folded, looking at me like I was a kid who drawn
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on the walls. The herbs aren't optional, Wade.
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They're a required component of your recovery program.
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She moved closer to the bed. Still that weird floating walk.
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I'm afraid you've broken facility policy by destroying
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medical property. Good, I said.
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My hands were still shaking, but my voice came out steadier than
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I felt. I want out of here right now.
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She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out another ceramic
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dish. Same size, same weird symbols
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carved around the edge. The herbs inside looked
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identical to the ones I'd scattered on the path below.
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I understand this process can feel overwhelming.
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She set the dish on my night stand with great care, each
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movement deliberate, like she was following some kind of
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ritual. Many of our residents experience
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resistance during the initial adjustment period.
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I said I want out. I stood up from the bed.
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My legs felt solid enough. I'm calling the police.
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That's when her expression changed.
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Not angry, exactly. More like patient
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disappointment. A teacher explaining something
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to a slow student. Wade, you signed comprehensive
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consent forms when you arrived. Your sister Sherry has committed
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you to a minimum 90 day residential program.
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She adjusted the dish on the night stand, rotating it
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slightly. The court has mandated that you
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complete treatment as a condition of avoiding
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incarceration for your recent incidents.
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I tried to remember signing anything like that.
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The whole check in process was fuzzy.
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I've been coming off a three day Bender, shaking so hard I could
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barely hold a pen. Maybe I had signed something.
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Maybe a lot of things. Even if that's true, I can still
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leave. You can't hold someone against
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their will. Actually, we can.
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Still that calm voice, still the patient's smile.
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The court ordered. Treatment programs have very
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specific legal parameters. You're here until we determine
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you're no longer a danger to yourself or others.
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She reached into her other pocket and pulled out a small
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silver lighter. Expensive looking, the kind
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you'd use for cigars. Now, let's continue with your
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session. She flicked the lighter and
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touched the flame to the herbs they caught, immediately sending
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up that same sweet smoke I remembered from yesterday.
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The smell hit me right away, thick and cloying, like over
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ripe fruit mixed with something chemical.
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Don't. I took a step toward the door.
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I'm not doing this. But the smoke was already
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spreading through the room. My next breath pulled it deep
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into my lungs, whether I wanted it or not.
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The effect was immediate. My legs went soft at the knees.
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My thoughts started moving through molasses.
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That's better. Denise's voice seemed to come
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from very far away, even though she was standing right next to
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me. Much better.
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I tried to focus on her face, but the edges kept blurring.
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The room tilted slightly to the left, then straightened itself
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out. You want to know what this place
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really is, Wade? She was still smiling, but it
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looked different now, sharper around the edges.
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What we actually do here. I opened my mouth to tell her I
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didn't want to know anything except how to get out, but only
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a mumble came out. We harvest dreams, Wade.
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Specifically, we harvest the intensity of craving from people
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like you, the raw, desperate need that addiction creates in
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your brain. She moved closer.
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I could smell her perfume now, something floral and too strong.
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Our clients pay extraordinary amounts for that experience.
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They want to feel what you feel, that overwhelming hunger for
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something you can't have. But they want it safely,
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temporarily, without the messy consequences.
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The words were getting through, but they didn't make sense.
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I tried to shake my head, but it felt like my neck was made of
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rubber. The herbs keep you in a specific
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dream state where your cravings are amplified and concentrated.
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We extract that essence while you sleep and bottle it for
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distribution. Very pure, very potent.
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The longer you stay under, the better the product becomes.
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I tried to take another step toward the door.
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My foot caught on something, maybe the carpet, maybe nothing,
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and I stumbled sideways. You should have stayed compliant
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for another week at least. Most residents don't start
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questioning the protocol until they've been here much longer.
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Denise caught my arm before I could fall.
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Her grip was impossibly strong. Not just firm, actually strong.
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Like she could crush my wrist without trying.
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Your resistance has accelerated our timeline considerably.
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She guided me back toward the bed with that weird fluid
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movement. I wanted to fight her, but my
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arms felt like they were filled with sand.
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The direct approach is more efficient anyway.
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She lowered me onto the mattress with the kind of care you'd use
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moving a fragile piece of furniture, though I had hoped to
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ease you into it more gradually. From somewhere she produced an
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IV bag and tubing clear liquid inside.
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Maybe saline, maybe something else.
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I tried to pull my arm away, but she held it steady with one hand
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while she found a vein with the other.
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The needle went in smooth and professional.
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She done this before a lot. This will be much more reliable
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than the herbs, she said, taping the IV line to my arm.
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No more room for resistance, no more breaking dishes, just a
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nice steady sleep until we've extracted everything we need.
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The liquid hit my bloodstream, cold and immediate.
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Whatever was in that bag was stronger than the herbs.
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Way stronger. My vision started tunneling from
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the edges inward. You should have been compliant
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for another week. Wait, but this works just as
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well. My vision was doing this weird
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tunnel thing, everything going black around the edges, but I
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could see that rectangle of night air like it was calling to
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me. Last chance, probably.
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I ripped the IV tube out of my arm without thinking about it.
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Blood went everywhere, I mean everywhere.
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Sprayed across the carpet in this arc.
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That would have been pretty if it wasn't coming out of my body.
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The needle left this ragged hole that kept pumping red with every
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heartbeat. Hurt like hell, but the drugs
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made it feel far away, like watching someone else bleed all
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over a hotel room. I rolled off the bed and hit the
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floor hard. My legs weren't working right
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anymore. Whatever Denise had given me was
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shutting things down fast, starting with anything that
29:05
required coordination. So I crawled hands and knees
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across that carpet, leaving a trail of blood drops behind me.
29:16
The pattern reminded me of bread crumbs in some fairy tale.
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Except this wasn't leading me home, just toward an open window
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in a three story drop. Denise's footsteps were coming
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down the hallway. Click, click, click.
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Those professional shoes on the wooden floor getting closer.
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She wasn't running or anything. Probably figured I was already
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done for. The window seemed miles away,
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even though it was maybe 10 feet.
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My arms kept giving out. I'd crawl a few inches, then my
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elbows would buckle and I'd face plant into the carpet.
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Blood from my arm was making everything slippery, but I kept
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going. That's one thing about being
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desperate. You find strength you didn't
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know you had. Or maybe it was just the drugs
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making me too stupid to quit. I grabbed the window frame and
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pulled myself up. My hands were shaking so bad I
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almost lost my grip. Twice the night air hit my face
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and for a second I could think clearly again.
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Three stories down, garden bed full of those ceramic pieces I'd
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thrown earlier. This was probably going to kill
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me. Better than whatever Denise had
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planned. I threw myself through the
30:34
opening, didn't jump exactly, more like fell forward and hoped
30:39
for the best. For a couple seconds I was just
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flying through the dark, arms flailing like that was going to
30:45
help somehow. Then I hit the garden bed, hard.
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The impact knocked all the air out of my lungs, felt like
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getting punched by the earth itself, but the soil was soft
30:58
from recent rain and that probably saved my life.
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What didn't save my hands was all those ceramic shards
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scattered around from the dish. I landed palms first, right on
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top of them. The pieces cut through my skin
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like they were designed for it, sharp edges going deep, finding
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spots between bones. Both hands just opened up, blood
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mixing with dirt and herb fragments.
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I rolled over and looked up at my window.
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Denise was standing there, three floors up, staring down at me,
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and that's when I saw something that still gives me nightmares.
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Her face wasn't right anymore. The professional smile was gone,
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replaced by this expression that didn't look human.
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Her mouth was open too wide, showing teeth that seemed too
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sharp. And her eyes, they weren't Gray
31:55
anymore, they were black, completely black, like someone
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had filled them with ink. She started climbing out the
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window, Not carefully, not like a normal person would.
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She just sort of flowed through the opening, her body bending in
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ways that shouldn't have been possible, like she didn't have
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regular bones or something. That got me moving again.
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I stumbled to my feet and ran into the woods behind the
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garden. The trees closed around me like
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a wall, blocking out the moonlight.
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Everything went dark, except for little patches where the canopy
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was thinner. The drugs were still working on
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me, making my legs feel like rubber.
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Every step was this conscious effort to stay upright, but I
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could hear Denise behind me, crashing through the underbrush.
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She was fast, faster than anyone had a right to be.
32:53
I kept running anyway. Branches whipped across my face.
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Thorns caught my clothes. My hands were still bleeding
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from the ceramic cuts, leaving drops on leaves and bark.
33:05
Following me would be easy enough, but the forest was thick
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and full of dead fall that slowed her down more than it
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slowed me. I was smaller, could duck under
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branches that made her have to go around or breakthrough the
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herbs they've been feeding me. We're doing something weird to
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my system too, not just making me weak, making everything feel
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disconnected, like my body was operating on a 2 second delay.
33:34
I'd think, turn left, and then a moment later my legs would
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actually do it. Behind me, Denise was making
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these sounds that weren't quite human.
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Not screaming exactly, more like hissing mixed with something
33:48
that might have been words if I could understand the language.
33:52
I ran for what felt like hours but was probably only 20
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minutes. The trees started thinning out
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and I could see lighter patches ahead.
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Rd. maybe? Had to be a road.
34:04
I burst out of the tree line right as the sun was coming up.
34:08
Dawn light hit my face and for a second I was completely blind.
34:13
Then I saw the yellow line running down black asphalt and
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knew I'd made it to the highway. Problem was, my legs picked that
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exact moment to give out completely.
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I collapsed right in the middle of the road, hands and knees on
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the warm pavement. Blood from my palms was dripping
34:32
onto the yellow paint. That's when I heard the truck
34:35
engine big diesel sound getting louder fast.
34:40
I looked up and saw this logging truck bearing down on me maybe
34:44
50 yards away. The driver was already hitting
34:48
his brakes. I could see the cab nose diving
34:51
as the weight shifted forward. The truck stopped about 10 feet
34:55
from where I was kneeling. Driver jumped out and ran over.
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Older guy, maybe 50, wearing a flannel shirt and work boots,
35:05
had kind eyes, which was the first thing I noticed.
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Jesus, what happened to you? He said.
35:13
I tried to explain, but my mouth wasn't working right.
35:17
The words came out all slurred and backwards.
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Something about a treatment center and people who weren't
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people. OK, easy, he said.
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I'm Phoenix, we're going to get you some help.
35:29
He helped me into the passenger seat of his cab.
35:32
The truck smelled like coffee and cigarettes and diesel fuel.
35:35
Normal smells, real smells. I started crying and couldn't
35:40
stop. Phoenix didn't ask questions
35:43
during the drive, just handed me a thermos of coffee and a clean
35:47
rag for my hands. The coffee was terrible, but it
35:51
was the best thing I'd tasted in weeks. 20 minutes later, we
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pulled up in front of the County Sheriff's Office.
35:59
Phoenix walked me inside like I was his own brother or
36:02
something. Just took charge of the whole
36:05
situation. Sheriff Arnold was a serious
36:08
guy, with graying hair and green eyes that didn't miss much.
36:13
He listened to my story without interrupting, taking notes on a
36:16
yellow pad. When I got to the part about
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Denise's face changing, he just nodded, like people told him
36:24
impossible things every day. We'll check it out, he said.
36:29
Three hours later, Arnold and his deputies drove out to
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Serenity Pines, found the place completely empty.
36:37
No residence, no staff, no evidence there had ever been a
36:41
basement hospital. Like the whole operation had
36:44
just vanished. But they did find something. 23
36:50
intake files in a locked cabinet. 23 people whose
36:54
families thought they were safely getting treatment.
36:57
People like me. Arnold spent the next two weeks
37:01
tracking down those families. Most of them hadn't heard from
37:05
their relatives since they checked in.
37:09
The few who had gotten phone calls said their family members
37:11
sounded strange, distant, wrong somehow.
37:17
Three months later, I was sitting in a courthouse
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testifying at Denise Fitzgerald's trial.
37:24
Turns out the feds have been looking for her for years.
37:27
She'd been running facilities like Serenity Pines all over the
37:30
country, always under different names.
37:33
They found her in Nevada, operating another treatment
37:37
center. Same setup, same intake process.
37:41
But this time they had my testimony and blood work proving
37:45
what she'd been doing. The blood tests were the part
37:48
that really got to me. Whatever compounds she'd been
37:52
giving us took weeks to metabolize completely.
37:55
Weeks. The doctors said they'd never
37:58
seen anything like it, synthetic stuff that bound to neural
38:02
receptors, and just stayed there.
38:05
I've been clean for eight months now.
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Real clean. Not whatever that fake sobriety
38:11
was at Serenity Pines. I go to actual meetings with
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actual people who are actually trying to get better, have a
38:18
sponsor who's been sober for 15 years and knows what withdrawal
38:22
really looks like. But I still have the scars on my
38:26
palms from that night. 2 sets of jagged white lines where the
38:31
ceramic cut deepest. Sometimes I catch myself running
38:35
my fingers over them when I'm thinking.
38:38
They remind me that some places that promise to save you are
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really designed to consume you, and that sometimes the only
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sanctuary you can trust is the one you build yourself, one
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honest day at a time.