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Monday, September 24, 2018, 2:30 PM

It was a gray, cloudy afternoon in Florence, forecasts call for overnight showers. Steven, 21 years old, was driving his way towards his newest job where from what he was told was just a crisis hospital, a hospital for suicidal patients. As the car went on, hitting a puddle or two along the way, he began to think about the date. And about the date, it marked four years since he was placed in a Pennhurst-like behavioral center and resided for 75 days after attempting murder on his mother. And though it helped him give respect towards others and admitting his given consequences when it was necessary, it scarred his life like a soldier seeing his friends get killed during battle right before his eyes.

"God, I can't believe it's been that long." He murmured to himself as he made a turn on right, which was suggested by his GPS. "I wondered what happened to all the guys?" He began to wonder about each of them as he continued to make his way towards his workplace.

Archie Fulmore - 16 years old at the time. Saw him as an Army brat because he wore full military clothing when he was registered, plus he came from boot camp. He was sent to the facility because of his temper tantrums. Probably the person that hated him the most was Vincent, and that was because Archie would pick on sometimes.

Barry White - Between 14-15 years old at the time. The thing he would do a lot of times was sit down, say "Geuh goo goo goo gew!" like a small infant, then start making choking sounds while twitching his hand near his left eye like he's putting eye drops in them. And usually he doesn't listen to female staff, just male. There had been a few times where he took off his own clothes and ran around naked, but luckily not chasing others. One of the things I've learned about him was to never give him chocolate. The reasons why that wasn't allowed is because he'll look at it and start playing with it by smearing it all over his face and body (basically, he likes feces). I can recall a time when one day me and my roommates were sitting in our room waiting to get what we needed to clean up our room when we heard one of the staff members in the hallway yelling out, "Who wants 20 extra points on their point card?" Me and my roommates ran out towards our doorway with a few "I do's" thrown into the background, then came some things that scarred our eyes and noses: A horribly, rancid odor and a site of brown streaks and blotches all over the walls, floor, and the column struck everyone like we were sucker punched by a giant fist. I ran to the back of the room covering my nose with my shirt and stood up on the window in our room, and even there it stunk rotten. I was like, "The fuck I ain't!" But that wasn't the only time I saw him act that nasty. One time on the patio at the rec yard I saw him strip down to his bare skin when he refused to listen to Mrs. Lisa. Plus he had to be taken upstairs a few times because he would shit and piss all over himself. And for a weird reason, no matter what kind of shoes you give him to wear, while at the rec yard, he would take off the shoes and throw them across the fence.

Brandon Gregg - 16 years old at the time. He was my left neighbor along with Joseph. He was discharged 10 days after I was (December 22, 2014). Though he was cool, I did some bad things to him. Like one night, while he was working with Mr. Desmond along with Gerald and Joseph was in the group room, I was in the bathroom doing my duty when I thought of a dirty but lovely plan: After I was finished with my business, I went into his room, flipped his and his roommate's mattresses over, took both of their clothes out of their closets and scattered them all over the room (I should've got the books too, but that would really be wrong), and left the scene via bathroom without leaving a clue behind. And I lied to them by blaming it all on Kaleb and he got in trouble for it instead of me. Oh how much I love picking on that little fucker Kaleb.

Bryce Fink - 15 years old at the time. He had been at the facility since 2010. He was roommates with Chris Pressley. He also had a hunchback, a speech problem, and also gay. One time, Bryce nearly got raped by Khaleem because he broke into his room a few hours before and put his jizz all over his bed. And there were a few times where Chris P. would complain during group sessions in the morning about how he would get woken up in the middle of the night by Bryce calling his name and Bryce mooning him or showing him his dick right in front of his face.

Chris Little - 18 years old at the time. Quiet most of the time, but cool. He slurs a bit whenever he talks. And his hands were formed in weird shapes too. Whenever the group goes outside, he would usually sit down on a metal stump or on the back porch and lean over and doze off asleep till it was time to go back inside.

Chris Pressley - 17 years old at the time. Had a big chin sticking out. Tall too. I made an odd discovery a few days after I left the facility, I was at home reading some of my old yearbooks from when I was in my elementary school days (200_-200_) when I found myself in Mrs. ___'s class. I then looked to the left side of the page where my other classmate's names were, and noticed Chris's name was one of them. I thought, "Hold up," because at first I thought my mind was playing tricks on me for a moment, so I scrolled through the row, and looked at a kid. I looked closer, and then realized, "Oh my god, that's Chris! Holy shit!" So basically, it turned out we knew each other from long before we both wound up at the facility.

Devon Williams - 18 years old at the time. Came from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Muslim. He was roommates with Hunter. He was quiet most of the time, but would throw violent tantrums for some reason only at night once a week. He's pretty cool, but the thing about him that annoys me is that a lot of times he mouth would hang open with his tongue sticking out.

Emmanuel Greene - 13 years old at the time. Was my right neighbor along with Gerald, Preston, and Shahean. He was the only person other than Kelvontay that tried to steal my clothes. Both were pairs of paints I had, one Empyre, and one American Eagle Outfitters. I got both of them back by proving him wrong that my name was on the tags. He would usually get in a fight with Kaleb whenever he would start banging on the wall to where we could hear it in our room.

Ephraim Scott - 15 years old at the time. Mute. Well not really, he just makes noises like ones of a ghost and slurping. He had a cast on his arm for nearly two months after a staff member accidentally broke it while trying to restrain him. He destroyed not only mine, but both of my roommate's books and magazines got torn to shreds by him (he still owes me $200 worth of property damage; that dark chocolate motherfucking coalface nigger). And just to try to isolate himself from whenever he's mad, he would always barge through the doors bordered between the Moultrie Hall and the Edisto Hall and try to get into his room so that he could lay in bed and cover his blanket over himself.

Garvin Glenn - You may think he looks like he's 10 or 11 years old; but really, he's the legal adult age of 18 years old. Has ugly, short, much gapped teeth, crud on both sides of his mouth and sometimes from his nose, and some pubic hair-looking black hair. He had to wear leg braces (with the Carolina Panthers logo on helmets on both of them) due to his legs being weak to the bone, but he never liked them at all. In fact there were a couple of times where he threw them over the fence and got restrained for it. He used to be on the Edisto unit, till he was placed on Moultrie after slapping a nurse named Mrs. Shirley on the ass and calling her his "boo." Whenever he talks, he sounds like he's either drowning or that noise you make when you talk in front of a propelling fan. When he laughs, I don't know if he either sounds like he's hiccupping or having an orgasm. And he's really annoying when he makes fart noises with his armpit. Though he sings a lot of gospel music, he cusses a lot ("Touch me again, I'll whoop your ass!"). And the one thing that's funny about him is the sound he makes whenever Harry grabs his arm after he doesn't listen ('Old MacDonald had a farm...'); he would sound like a balloon deflating when he cries. Not only that, he cost me one of my TTV's the night before when he ran around the corner yelling "Praise the Lord Jesus!" and ran into me and hit his head on the wall, and blamed me for hurting him. Though luckily I got out for good after that incident, I still hate that goddamn son of a bitch so damn much I want to bust his crippled ass for that...

Gerald Morrison - 15 years old at the time. Came from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Was my right neighbor along with Preston, Emmanuel, and Shahean.

Hunter Lazo - 17 years old at the time. He was roommates with Devon. Out of all the people in the boy's units, he has stayed the longest: since May of 2009. The things that he would say sometimes but often were "I'm going to turn you into a bunny rabbit/frog.", or "You look like Bigfoot eating a hot dog." And the most annoying thing from him is when he acts like a dog by barking or digging whenever he digs for worms in the rec yard ('what a bitch that ching-chong is...')

Jarod Shearer - 16 years old at the time. He had been at the facility from August 2013 till November 2014. He moved to an orphanage in Atlanta, Georgia after being discharged. Other than me, he would get along with Justin well.

Joseph Devlin - 20 years old at the time. He was my left neighbor along with Brandon at the time. Usually stalks on my roommates and me in the late afternoon by creaking his bug eyes through the bathroom door. You could classify him as a sex offender like those on the Congaree unit, but at the same time, he was retarded like those on Edisto unit. I didn't believe it at first, till I discovered myself that not only was he annoying whispering behind my ear and asking me for food while at the cafeteria, but in the bathroom me, him, and three other guys had to share, he fucked Hunter in it. I don't know how the hell he got him to fall for his sickish ways, but he did.

Justin Mims - 14 years old at the time. Came from Florence, South Carolina; 15 minutes down the road. He was one of my roommates along with Kaleb. Probably the quietest kid I've met at that place. At the same time, he was the one friend I've got along with the most. And the one thing both had in common, we hated our roommate Kaleb. You may think we've gotten along, but we've fought before. One time, we agreed to switch beds for the night, and during the next day I was in my room and noticed that we've forgotten to switch out that morning. So as I was switching out the mattresses, Justin walked in and got mad at me and thought I was rummaging through his stuff. I told him I wasn't, but then he got madder and went up against me. I told him to back the fuck off, but he told me he didn't have to listen to me. I wrapped my arms around him and threw him on my bed and began trying to choke him Homer Simpson style.

Kaleb Raines - 13 years old at the time. Used to wear glasses till someone broke them. Came from Rock Hill, South Carolina. He was my other roommate along with Justin. Out of all the people I've disliked at that place that wasn't disabled, it was him. He was so white that if you met him in person, you can tell that there is no way that he will ever fit into the cool crowd, even if he tried (the evidence is in plain sight: not only is he a huge fan of the Scooby Doo series (so sad it's funny, I know), but he's in the 8th grade and he had no idea what a dang condom was till me and Justin explained it to him after he overheard us talking about girls and sex). Plus, he ruins the tastes of things whenever he or someone else tells a joke. He also lies a lot, and he's a complete snitch, I tell you. He lied about getting his "girlfriend" pregnant and becoming a father of a baby daughter in November when he's too young to even produce sperm. He also lied about how Mrs. Tori was "flirting" with him. And he even lied about that I wasn't going to get discharged for good because of the incident that occurred between me and Garvin. I especially couldn't stand him singing, because honestly, he cannot sing. His singing was so bad that I have second thoughts on Eminem, Maroon 5, Iggy Azalea, Tove Lo, Nicki Minaj, Fall Out Boy, Adele, and a few other artists up to this day. When I came home and started listening to my music, I looked at a few songs on my track list that I remembered he sung so badly at, deleted them, and never downloaded it from my purchases since. He would also get very mad easily. Whenever he had his stuff confiscated (like a book or a magazine), he would have a severe hissy fit so bad to where he would plop or jump up and down and beat his fists and feet on his bed violently. Sometimes he would punch and leave a hole in the bathroom wall and would wound up getting restrained or yelled at for it. I remember one time I got away from trouble when I made him mad to where he went in the bathroom and cried; I told him 'I bet his mom paid $5 for that foot long'. One time he got mad to where he vandalized our room door by scraping the paint off of it (sadly, he made a failed attempt at drawing what he said was supposed to be Big Bird; it looked more like a potato with a smiley face, freckles, and some hair on top of its head). And sometimes when he gets mad, he goes to the bathroom just to "relieve" himself". How do I know? I can remember one day when Jarod wanted to use the restroom in my room since the one in his room was all clogged up because of Thomas, so he asked me if he could use mine, and I allowed him, but I had to help him get in because our bathroom door would scrape on the floor whenever you try to open it. But when I opened the door, we caught Kaleb sitting on the toilet masturbating with his face in a disgusting expression. We both got grossed out and left in a rush, then later spread rumors about what we saw. That was probably the biggest time I've ever put Kaleb to shame other than those times when I kept shutting and flickering the lights off him while he's taking a shower. The night before I left the facility for good, when I was about to go out in the hallway to get some water, he asked me if I had anything to say or leave to him before I left. I turned around slowly, gave him a stern look, and simply said, "Kaleb... I feel sorry for you. And you ain't getting any shit from me." And I walked out the door, came back, and went straight to bed for the last time at that hellhole. I hope I never run into him again for as long as I live, because I will do it like I promised him that night, "If I ever run into you again in the future, I will kick his ass, wave my fist, and bippity-boppity-boop his lard-ass faggot self-back to that place and never make his way back into society again."

** Kelvontay Prescott** - 15 years old at the time. Came from Hartsville, South Carolina. He was sent there by his mother after getting caught not doing drugs, but selling them too. He was the only person other than Emmanuel to try and steal my clothes. And I would get back at him a lot for that. Like one time, while he was in the group room, I snuck into his room past security and flip his made-up mattress over and went back to my room past security again. Why did I do that? Because he kept stealing my hospital socks I brought from Aiken (and yeah I took all of them back with me).

Khaleem Armstead - 15 years old at the time. Tallest of all the others on Moultrie. Remembered him most as the guy who was restrained one night while completely naked because he tried to rape Bryce after (from what I've heard) Bryce put his own spunk on Khaleem's bed. And other than Adonist, he would attempt and make the most escapes from the facility, yet just like Adonist, he would fail every time he would just about go out the front lobby door.

Marquel Wilkins - 18 years old at the time. He had been at the facility from 2011 till he got discharged in November of 2014, but surprisingly he got discharged the morning after he got in a fight with Vincent when Vincent tried to attack him (that happened shortly after I got punched in the right eye by Vincent). He was that one guy that you shouldn't get in an argument with if he cut you in line.

Preston Sullivan - 16 years old at the time. Came from Mississippi in 2009, but been in the place from January till October of 2014. Was my right neighbor along with Gerald, Emmanuel, and Shahean. He's cool and all, but the scary thing about him is that he's a Satan worshiper.

Sam Grant - 16 years old at the time. Retarded and gay (faggot...). If you look at him, his face and head is very similar to one of a gorilla's. In fact he is a gorilla. Dark circles in his eyes; smiled like one and had butter teeth; and when he's mad, his fangs would show. The clothes I remember him wearing the most was a blue and white New York Yankees jacket his dad gave to him to wear for outside and a gray golf cap (which he would throw a massive fit about if he didn't listen to staff by taking it off his head while inside the facility). The things he would usually say were "I'll fuck you up, bitch!" (meaning he wants to beat you up, though he doesn't know how to fight anyone; instead, he would just bang his fist on the wall or knock something over till someone makes him scream like a little bitch), "Me!" (If there was a question that began with a 'who', that was his immediate response), "Leave me alone!" (Meaning he says it right before he hits something with his fist), and "He touched me!" (He would try to snitch on you if you ever came in contact with him). He made out with Thomas a couple of times (no shit), and a few times he acted out in a way he wanted to "impress" everyone. Like one time, Kaleb and I were in our room reading when we heard some streaking sounds of a shoe rubbing against the floor not far from us. We both looked to see Sam performing in front of us, and I watched Kaleb yelling for him to get out and hitting him with his own pillow till he left. Then Kaleb came back and told me he was going to get some water down the hall, and I just nodded. As soon as he left, I continued reading, and then I heard squeaking again. I looked to see Sam at the door again. I told him to get the fuck out, but he just smiled and took a few steps into my room. I got up with my pillow in hand and told him to back off, but the closer the got, the closer I got. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and pulled out his dick. I yelled in horror and beat him with the pillow to where he slipped and fell and ran down the hall. I then threw the pillow I beat him with at him, but I missed. I reported the incident to a staff member, and as a result, he's got a 10-foot order between me and him.

Shahean Whetstone - Between 19-20 years old at the time. He was my right neighbor along with Preston, Gerald, and Emmanuel. He went to the same juvenile prison along with Preston, Chris P., and Uriah. I don't understand how a very religious guy like Garvin would cuss so much and start people off.

Thomas Provencher - 17 years old at the time. He was retarded as fuck. He was left at the facility permanently due to his parents giving up on taking care of him. His ears would creep me the shit out because of how deformed they were. They looked like as if someone horribly sculpted them in a way they would on a simulator game. The things that he would say a lot were "Mrs. Wanda" (one of the staff members; I would always think he was saying marijuana), "Fuck off me!" (That's if he wants to beat the shit out of you), "Shut up, bitch-ass nigger." (That's if he thought you were annoying him, even though you aren't doing shit to him), "Bi-atch!" (That's when he would try to annoy you), "Boop!" (Another sign of annoyance), and "I got black pants too!" ('all of the staff wears black pants, you ass...'). If you think being roommates with Kaleb was bad, go live with Thomas. He would wet the bed every night, sleep in nothing but his red knockoff jacket and diapers, plus if he woke up and you're asleep, he would play dirty by either spitting in your face, slapping you, or call your name and pull his pants down right in your face. Whenever he pointed his finger at something, his finger would look weird when it would bend into a nearly perfect 90-degree angle. On some mornings, he would sleep on the floor with his thumb in his mouth or his finger in his nose, sometimes causing it to bleed. And whenever he wanted to use the restroom, he would grab his junk

** Uriah Cochran** - Between 18-19 years old at the time. Got sentenced to 3 years at the facility after robbing the country store along with a guy he told me his name was Marcus (that guy I never met before) in Lamar, South Carolina and falsely accusing a female officer for sexually harassing him. Not only that, there was a secret that involved between him and my grandmother. You see, around 2009, in Alcolu, South Carolina, he and his brother were attempting to murder her and rob a boat motor from the barn shed and make a getaway. But thank Him things turned out for the better (in a good way). His brother was intoxicated at the wheel, wrecked into a tree near the house; knocking him out, Uriah got out and ran towards the house, then tried to run the other way with her bloodhound after him, then he tazed the dog, and just about made it back to the truck when my dad tackled him and beat the shit out of him (yeah, the reason why my dad showed up out of nowhere was because he just got home after working that day)

Vincent Newell - 20 years old at the time. Redheaded, bearded, and a mad-dog. Would throw spit at you if he felt like you ticked him off. Things that you would hear him say were things like "Office", "Apple", "Goodbye Mr. P!" (Meaning that Preston has ticked him off), "Goodbye Christopher!" (Meaning that Chris Pressley had ticked him off), "Goodbye Nuke!" (Meaning that Marquel had ticked him off). He would also bite, head-butt, or even knock the motherfucker out of you out in one punch of you really set him off. Some examples are that he head-butted Mr. Omad to where Omad was sent to the hospital for three days and had stitches across his forehead. Vincent one time bit a piece of an Edisto kid's ear off and swallowed it (disgusting, I know). He bit my roommate Justin on the right cheek one day. He bit my right arm twice and also punched me in the right eye, knocking me out. Chased down and bit Barry a few times, one time in his undies. Tried to bite Marquel several times, all were failed attempts due to Marquel beating the snot out of him whenever he made an attempt. You think that he throwing spit at you was bad, hear him yell in his room while fucking himself and let him chase you around with a jizzy morning wood bulging out of his pants.

"My..." He said to himself. He stopped at the light, and the moment it turned green, he turned left and noticed the name of the street. It read Gregg Avenue. "Hm, where do I remember that from?" Then his GPS interrupted his train of thought when it said, "You have reached your destination." He looked up and saw something he always wished that he would never confront again as long as he existed. He turned his car back around and headed back home, haunted by his long lost memories of the place.