A Twisted World

On The Run

When it seemed like I finally lost them I was..somewhere. I don't know how I got here. I ran and jumped repeatedly. All I know is that it is an alleyway. Where? Who knows. My evidence is all over the scene. They'll want to look for me soon. Especially since my face is all over walls in Tokyo with "Psychopath" in the caption. I had to throw the knife away. There goes the only thing that could keep me safe. Don't know how exactly I found the knife. It kind of just existed on a side walk which is pretty obviously dangerous. I proved that point too. Well that's not good..sirens, again. I got to the top of the alleyway onto the roof of some building from this staircase that was there. I'm guessing the building is an apartment building or something. Anyways, got to go. I ran to the other end of the building and- police cars. I think they found me. I heard a man shout something. Probably a police officer. Probably directed to me. I kept running to other buildings and stuff. It's boring. Until something exciting finally happens. Don't ask how but I think I just kind of slipped and tripped on something at the same time. I- well I- fell off the building. It wasn't that high up. High enough to make me bleed out on the ground though. That didn't matter. I'd find a hospital or soemthing- no, that would be too risky. I'll think about it later. For now, running. So that's what I did. I ran. I ran some more. I ran till I couldn't anymore. I was able to turn a corner into the third alleyway I've seen in a span of two days. I also fell again. Into a dumpster this time. This sucks. Yeah the police were definitely chasing me. I also realized I barely missed some sharp object when landing in the dumpster. I had to get out. It isn't very comfortable in here. Then I heard footsteps. Coming closer to the dumpster. The lid creaked open. Fuck. Then a bag dropped. I couldn't hold it in, almost like instinct I just went:
"Ow!"
"What the hell?!" Some voice, probably female shouted from outside.
Shit.
Fuck.
Oh no.
"Is someone in there?"
"No"
Fuck. I'm stupid. Really stupid.
"Um, how did you get in there?"
"I said there's no one in here."
"Fuck it, I don't know how I got in here what about you?"
I must've hit my head hard after falling because I am clearly out of my mind.
The person opened the lid. It was a girl. Around my age.
"Holy shi-"
"Shush please and thank you"
"But you're bleeding!"
"Ok."
"I need to get you to a hospital or something!"
"Please don't."
"But-"
"No buts."
I got up. Casually.
"This face seem familiar?" I asked pointing at my face trying to tell her I'm a "psychopath".
"Maybe if it wasn't covered in blood it would even just a little!"
"Look, I'm what you guys call a psychopath or lunatic or psycho or monster or- you get that point. I escaped an insane asylum and I was being chased by police cause I stabbed a guy like twenty times because he called me a psychopath."
"I don't really care."
Ok, now that was surprising.
"Fine, just don't bring me to a hospital."
"I won't. Come with me."
I hesitated for a moment before agreeing and walking with her to her apartment building. The same one that I stumbled into after that first chase.
The first thing she did was go into a room. She came out with bandages and that stuff. I didn't know why. Was it something people did? At the asylum no one ever helped anyone else. Even when they were hurt. I didn't mind being hurt like I was but I guess that girl did.
"Alright I think I got every wound. You should rest now. In the morning I'll find a place for you to stay."
I grabbed a blanket and a pillow and set them down on the floor to sleep.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to sleep." I replied confused.
"There is a couch right there you know?"
"I don't want to get blood on it or anything. I'd rather just get it on the floor."
"I don't mind you getting blood on there. I think it's better if you sleep on the couch."
"Too bad." I said turning the living room lights and turning away from her. She didn't say anything. She seemed confused. Who knows why. She helped me though. I didn't want to stay in that dumpster for the rest of my life. Tomorrow I'll probably run away. I can't risk her going to jail for helping me.