I creep around the cement walls and find myself hearing small sniffs and crys as I begin to enter the stall. I look below and see wet crinkled up tissue papers lieing along the cold floor. I hold my breath and stay silent for a few more seconds just to get a hear of whats through these rusty metal walls. A sound of the the stall opening comes to my hears and next I hear a slam and a few steps towards the sink. I continue being silent as I listen into to her crys. The fociet stops and The roll spins and soon.. all I hear is the water going down the drain.