Threads of Compassion

Part 3

A/N: If any is wondering if Emily would actually sell drugs...well here is your answer, here comes part 3... --->

A few days later after Emily's meeting with the Murderer she mustered the courage to do what she must so that her family could live to see another day. She walked around her school grounds with a heavy backpack pressing down on her. She noticed that it wasn't necessarily the contents of the bag that were heavy but the meaning of it that weighed her down.

Some hours before during her lunch hour she had discreetly spoken to different students who were addicted to that type of stuff. How did she know? Surprisingly the Murderer had left a note inside the messenger bag that detailed all of the people in her school who would want to buy the drugs. Emily had scoffed as she had read the little note he had left at the bottom of the paper.

(The Paper's Mini Bottom Note):

P.S. Little Flower I know what you feel better than what you think.... And please stop calling me "Murderer". I prefer something like Handsome Stranger or Mysterious Man or call me by my name.

She thought it was by far too much to ask, why would she ever call a murderer like him by his name. And she didn't want to bother to remember his name but she did anyway.

It was after school hours and she had planned to meet them—these 16 people—in the school bathroom. She was ready, backpack full of the "merchandise" slung over her shoulder, hood on to cover her face and she even had a black face mask on too. So that anything but a glimpse of her eyes were being shown. She stepped reluctantly into the school bathroom as she gripped the strap of her backpack. When she entered the smell of a public school bathroom greeted her and she gagged at it.

Emily was glad that she had a mask on at that moment because the smell would have probably hit her harder without it. She glanced around the dirty school bathroom, the tiled floor that must have been white once was now yellowed and moist. The walls used to be blue but now were dirty with Sharpie writing and drawings and liquids of those she did not want to know of. There were 6 stalls that were separated by black plastic "walls" that did not reach the floor. % stalls were the regular suffocating small size and the one at the very end was bigger than the rest.She then plugged her nose through the mask with her right hand (which yes, was scarred from the last meeting) and entered the biggest stall.

Emily only had to wait a few minutes, about 2 minutes, for her to hear 3 quick knocks on the bathroom door. Someone stepped into the bathroom with slow and silent footsteps.

Emily spoke up from the stall she was in, "Passcode?"

"Dependency, my craving habit." A male voice spoke as he approached the last and biggest stall.

Emily had decided to tell them all that there would be a passcode that only they would have knowledge about so she could know it was them who she would be discussing with. Once she heard the male voice speak this passcode she slowly pulled the bathroom stall door open with her head down. From her point of view all she could see were gray pants and shoes that were once white but now all crusty and with black marker writings. She smiled to herself as those shoes reminded her of the bathroom she was in now.

"You have what I need?" The male voice asked as he entered the stall with Emily making the slightly 'big' space seem smaller with his huge figure.

"Pff, of course I do." Emily nodded and patted her backpack with her left hand.

"Great, give me two." He said in a slight whisper that was only audible to both him and Emily.

She nodded and opened her bag by pulling at the zipper of it. With her right hand she pulled out two packs of white powder. She held them out, the boy greedily reached for them, clearly trying to snatch them. But Emily clutched them, closing in the packs of cocaine in her right fist.