Today was fairly uneventful compared to the other days. I was put with the teenage boys today. One was terribly happy all day because he'd gained a day pass to the outside world and is leaving tomorrow morning. I sat and talked with him for a long time. He'd OD'd on sleeping pills and tylenol. He said they'd put a tube down his nose and into his stomach to pump the charcoal in.

Another boy had multiple scars on his wrists. He also had fresh wounds on his knuckles that he picked at frequently. He told me that he was trying to divorce his parents and that he'd tried to kill his mom. He's actually from out of town, as many of the patients are, but was sent to here because he couldn't be put in the same hospital with his girlfriend. She tried to kill herself and since he loves her so much, he promised to go where ever she went, so he tried to kill himself too. They'd been going out for a week at the time.

Another lad seemed very...slow....slow to walk, slow to talk, slow at everything. He played pool very well. I don't know if it was the meds they had him on or whether he was simply born a crackbaby, but the kid just seemed fucking odd to me. He was also very polite, very nice to those around him, and showed little to no reason as to why he was put here other than the fact that he had no shoe laces and no belt (his pants kept falling down) indicating that he was on suicide precautions.

I had gone out for lunch break and returned with my fried chicken. I had to pass the 'conference' room to get back to where I was assigned. I could hear some one beating on the glass of the window from the room. I stopped to see if they were knocking at me and I could see that it was the girl who's very attached to me, 17, and thinks we're great friends. She waved at me furiously. I could see my bitch of a supervisor behind her waving her arms at me too "just GO. GO GO...GO" so I kept walking. A few minutes later on the unit I heard the walkie talkie go off. It was my supervisor. "this is Terrie to Samantha. Can you please come get her out of here? She's threatening me and beating on the glass." I could hear the girl in the background screaming "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME"


One boy has three dots tattooed on his hand between his thumb and forefinger. I've had friends in the past with the same tattoo. Weeks ago, when I commented on it he said he had another tat as well. On his shoulder he had the words "420 click" horribly inked. When I asked what the 'click' part meant, he assured me that it meant a group of people. I informed him that it was spelled wrong, but I don't think he got it. Today at the meeting before work, when we discuss each patient's progress, we were told that his lawyer visited him today. The lawyer had brought a video tape with him. The boy was so angry after watching it that he ran screaming from the room and refused to go back in. No one knew what he'd seen on the tape, and he wouldn't talk about it. He told me tonight, right before bed, that the tape had two little boys testimonies on it, both of which claimed that he had raped them.