I didn’t really call much, but you could always hear other people and it was really sad. Most of the day everything was silent, not even eerie, just depressing. No one had anything to say, we didn’t really make friends. But then you would overhear people pleading with their parents to let them out

And suddenly this quiet girl would release a torrent of emotion. It was painfully public, but the desperation outweighed the humiliation.

The red door was the primary entrance for staff, and where all the meals came from. We were heavily discouraged from going near it, but you needed a badge anyway. There were cabinets around the tables too, and I’m pretty sure those were locked as well. No one really went in there much though.

The green arrow led to the showers and stairs down to lower floors, where we would do art therapy or whatever. We went outside a few times, but I think it made the staff nervous since we were less controlled. Passing the threshold of the green arrow wasn’t allowed unless for a specific purpose with

a chaperone or if it was for group activity. Also, I forgot to add the cubby wall (dark blue), where we could put our belongings. We could keep some things in our rooms like clothes iirc? but stuff like books or whatever could be put there. Had to request staff to open yours for you.

Don’t really remember specific people too much. Everyone was quiet and avoided eye contact. Some people had been there for over a year despite being like 14 lol, you can imagine what that does to someone. While I was there a few people left and a few people joined, it was all very uneventful.