Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A Teen’s Journey Through Juvenile Lockup Facing Fear, Finding Hope, and Being Heard PART2 #70

Episode Date: September 6, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales#juvenilejustice #prisonhorrors #teensurvival #hopeinthechaos #lockupstory  "A Teen’s Journey Through Juvenile Lockup: Facing Fear, Finding Hope, and Being Heard – PART 2" continues the harrowing and emotional account of a teenager's time inside juvenile detention. In this chapter, the initial fear has evolved into confrontation—with others, with authority, and with oneself. Brutal fights, crushing loneliness, and moments of soul-searching unfold as the teen begins to fight not just to survive—but to grow. In the bleakest corners of the facility, unexpected alliances and a faint sense of purpose offer a glimmer of redemption. But the road ahead remains uncertain, and every day is a test of strength, sanity, and identity.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, juvenilelockup, survivalbehindbars, emotionalgrowth, institutionalhorror, redemptionarc, part2lockup, juvenilejourney, lockedupteens, findingpurpose, rawteenstory, systemfailure, teenresilience, hopeinhell, prisontrauma

It's day five into this month long journey. I don't know exactly what's supposed to change about me. I come out of here being paranoid and schizophrenic, traumatized from what I might see. I don't get much sleep through the first few nights because I'm still wrestling with the idea and thought that. My parents didn't believe me. Also the fact that I'm in a literal max security facility with the very kids I tried to stay

away from my whole life. There's not a lot of action going on and that's a plus because I'm not built for this if it escalates, and that one kid too, he's pretty nice. He seems to be looking out for me and I appreciate the fuck out of that. I got to learn his name sometime today. As the day begins, our tank doors open up. Little by little each kid slowly makes their way out into the hall, tired, yawning, stretching, etc. I sat in bed until everybody was out of the tank before I got up. I didn't feel like going out there today so, I walked to the small window looking out into the dense forest. Day dreaming about reaching the end of the month, my mom and dad picking me up, finally taking me back home, entering

back into school, and that seemed a bit scary because, what would everyone think of me? Would they believe I was this trouble-making kid or read between the lines given my academic success, my perfect attendance and seemingly otherwise, proud parents before this situation even happened? This was going to be aired on TV for the world to see so, there was no escaping the backlash. The familiar voice of that kid blurted out behind me. Hey man, try to escape, I chuckle and turn towards him. Nah, not physically at least, just in my head, man.

About everything that's going to happen when I do get out, he walks up next to me and says, What do you mean what's going to happen? You're going to be free dog. Anything else don't matter and nobody's going to want to fuck with you if you have bullies waiting back at home. Especially when they see you on TV. In a place like this. Man, this is the toughest place to live so, you make it through here. Real life is going to be a breeze for you and you sure as shit ain't coming back,

you got dreams and goals to reach so. Just stay focused outside. Thanks, man. I appreciate you for those words and honestly needed each on of them. Also thank you for keeping an eye out for me in here. There's no telling what would happen if I didn't have a friend in here. What do I call you? He says, Not a problem at all dog. I've seen what happens to your type when not protected end. I wasn't going to sit by to watch that happen again. My name is Antonio Ramirez. call me AR though What was yours? My name is Garrett Greenwood.

I don't have a nickname or anything but, I guess you can call me G for short, I chuckle. Me and AR chat for a little while longer before he asks if I want to hit the yard with him and shoot hoops for a bit. I kindly accept the invitation. Following him to the yard door by the guards who tell us we have 30 minutes outside.

Outside. It's like an adult jail slash prison. An 8 by 10 fenced in box plot, a hoop and some workout equipment. It was nice to shoot hoops to take my mind away from what was happening. Even if momentarily. AR has got some serious handles on the court. If he didn't go down the path he did. I wouldn't be surprised if he made it to the NBA, very talented kid.

Our yard time ends as the guards call us back in and the cop who first brought me in, motions me to come over to him, I tell A.R. I'll see him in a bit as I walk over to the cell block door. The cop opens the door moving me outside into the main hall. So, the end of week one, you seem to be doing just fine in here and while it's not over yet, I'm proud of you because our other troubled kids either get into a gang, end up fighting another inmate or, they end up talking shit to the wrong people. Resulting in an ass whooping. We try to get in there as fast as we can, but, whatever happens between that time. Happens. Now, I told you that you do not have to speak to the camera crew, but, if you'd like, you may speak to the crew. They just have a few questions about week one

before they begin to air this on TV. What do you think? He points to the room there in and I nod. Walking over to the room, if I'm going to be on TV. I might as well talk to try and cover my ass for when I get out of here. I sit down in the room. Four to five people in front of me along with a camera pointed at my face. Garrett. Hey buddy, as I'm sure you heard. Your parents gave us a little backstory as to why you're here right now. And we?

Would like to get your side, how you feel about being here, what it's like for you, your plans when you get out, but, just start with your name and age. Then fill out the rest in any order you'd like, okay, I take a deep breath and accept. Hey. My name is Garrett Greenwood. I'm 16 years old and from my understanding, my parents believe that I started hanging out with a group called The Lost Kids, started taking drugs and following their lifestyle, while I did speak to them once. I never did any drugs. I just wanted to see who they were as people on the day I walked past them and, to be honest. I learned a lot. Those kids are nice people just. From what I can tell. Truly, lost and didn't quite grasp the normal life that most of us grasp, I'm a good kid, I don't party or sneak out. I get good grades. I've always loved my parents, it's just. This situation looked bad to them and that's why I believe they put me here.

For the fear I was going down the wrong path. I don't feel I belong here. I'm upset, but I'm not mad at them for this decision. I just wish they would have listened to me instead of just of just. jumping to conclusions. As for in here, it's not all that bad. I haven't had any problems with anybody and I've made a friend at least. A.R. He's been helping me get by and remain calm through this journey. He's taught me the ins, the outs. Some of what to do and what not to do so, because of that. Things are running pretty smooth. When I get out of here,

I just hope to not be completely traumatized, you know. I'm definitely getting back into school as fast as I can. I'm a little nervous as to what everyone will think but. That's not going to stop me from succeeding in life. To my mom and dad, I love you still and can't wait to see you when I get out. The cameras cut and everyone in the room claps. Great job, Garrett, that was perfect to air for week one, next week. We will check back in and kind of get an update.

on how you're feeling, how things are going on your journey okay. Thank you. The guard escorts me back to the cell block while saying, Keep it up, man, you're doing great. Back in the block I find A.R. and immediately walk over to him at one of the tables to tell him I just had my first interview about being in here. He laughs, wow, look at you, gee, quite the showman now. Nah, that's what's up though. So, that's the format. You spend a week. They interview you at the end. end of each week and then boom, that's each week's episode until you're gone. I guess so, man. I mean they just asked me about basic things, how the week was, why I think I'm in here,

my plans for after and just the overall feeling of being in here. I wasn't going to talk at first because I felt betrayed by my own parents but then I thought about what would happen if I said nothing. I couldn't cover my ass at all so, that's what I did, they'll be back same time next week and I guess. This is about to air on Monday so. Here we fucking go. The rest of the day goes by rather fast, we played cards, watched TV, 8, dumped the trays and were called to bed once again. I was getting into the groove and feeling more comfortable because before the lights even shut off. I was fast asleep. Day 5 complete. To be continued. Written by Amazing Rainier. The end. end.