A Twisted World

Noticed

5:00 AM, ready to leave. Luckily I didn't wake up to a S.W.A.T team busting-or an old and rusty jail cell. I woke up-on the floor. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it carefully. What I didn't expect though, was for the door to swing open and hit me in the face. I fell back, and my first instinct was to beat the shit out of whoever was on the other side. I thought it was the police or something. But then I heard a somewhat familiar voice, that girl that I still don't know the name of.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! I really didn't mean to-"
I cut her off cause I didn't wanna hear people go on about being sorry for hurting me. Like, I don't feel pain y'know?
"It's alright. I'm alright." I said, right before letting myself hit the ground. I lost my opportunity to run away. Great.
"Why-were you are the door..?"
"I do not know." Is all I could make up at the moment. After that I finally decided to give a better excuse. Which was stupid cause I already gave mine-if "I do not know" is considered an excuse.
"I just wanna go outside. Get fresh air or something." That "or something" part was me thinking about whether or not my excuse was good enough or not.
I got up and headed for the door. The girl stopped me for god knows what reason.
"Just-be careful k?" She said.
"Okay..?" I said confused cause I was definitely out of my mind. I totally didn't fall off the fifth floor of a tiny apartment last night. Luckily the fifth floor wasn't too high. And luckily I was born with CIP.
I moved past the girl and went outside. I stupidly hopped off the little staircase area onto a ladder that just happened to be there. Correction-the ladder was surrounded by a steel cage or something. I hopped onto that. I climbed up onto the roof of the building. I noticed something different about today though from the past couple of minutes I've been awake. There were more people in the city. There were more-police. Well fuck. And also the worried expression on the girl's face when I said I would go outside to get some fresh air. Also the fact that she is clearly looking at me through the window. Being the dumbass I am, I threw a pebble at her face as my way of telling her to stop worrying about me or whatever. I then proceeded to scan the wall of the building where that window is. More posters, with my face on it. Cant even respect that I gave myself a new name. "Unnamed psychopath". They're idiots. It's not my fault they put me on damn drugs to try to "cure" me from a practically incurable mental illness. Apparently some of the drugs did help, it made me have "controlled" ASPD. Still though, the other one which I forgot the name of, just wiped my memory as a way to stop me from having psychopathic thoughts or whatever they said. It also gave me crazy insomnia for some reason.Seems logical though.
It seemed like people were looking for something. I would think it's me, but I don't wanna jump to conclusions. As soon as I noticed people ripping off the posters from the wall and writing down shit, I really felt like running. I didn't know if I could though. I felt more safe in a home, but I'm most likely less safe there. I might go for the woods near the asylum but go farther north to get away from the city and asylum. For now though, I have to try not to be noticed. No matter what.