I got down from the roof and stole some money from the random girl I met. She wouldn't mind. I hope. I proceeded to go to the market. As I was walking there I had my horrid on to try and stop people from seeing my face. I wasn't really planning on buying to much. Some water and maybe ramen. That's all though. When I got to the store everyone looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I am, but still, it's probably just the scars though. I grabbed the things I wanted and went to check out.
"Is that-" The cashier started.
I didn't reply. I just took the items in the bag and left. Then all of a sudden (surprise surprise) I saw police cars. The flashing sirens mixed with my seriously damaged head, made me really damn nauseous. I wasn't scared of the police. I was scared of how I would get out of the situation. Anyways, I threw up on the sidewalk and started crossing the street. I noticed people were starting to crowd around the police and me. I got a little anxious so I started walking faster. That is until I heard the police tell me to hold my hands up in the air and get on my knees. I had a knife in my pocket, my only way out. I had to be careful though. Luckily for me though, all the officers came towards me. They put my hands down to cuff me to which I quickly tripped the officer cuffing me, grabbed the knife, and sliced all of their feet. People were screaming, people were running, people were calling for help. Their fault they wanted to see me do all of this. One of the officers got up with a gun on his hand. How do you deal with that you may ask? Don't do this, but I sliced his hand and took his gun. Another officer tried shooting me so I moved out of the way and the bullet just grazed me. I shoved his head on the ground and pinned his arm down to take his gun. I sensed another officer behind me and I swung back, stabbing him in the chest. I didn't mean to go that deep. I did though, can't reverse the past. More police were coming. So I got up.
"Sorry for that" I told the officers before grinning away. I jumped into the same dumpster I was in last time I ran from them. This time I think I stabbed myself in the back. I did. I don't know what it was. It stabbed me though. I drank some water and decided to stupidly fall asleep in the dumpster.
I woke up in the girls house again. I was hung upside down-weird.
"Oh-OH FUCK OH SHIT WAIT GET ME BACK ON MY FEET!" I said noticing I'd probably die if I stayed like this. I then took out my knife and tried to slice the rope. I missed and hit my leg. I felt it, but it didn't hurt. I went higher and cut the rope. I got on my feet and fell on the wall. I could faint at that point.
"I told you not to get in trouble again idiot." The girl said. I completely ditched that statement and asked her something more important.
"What's-what's your name?"
"Aiko, now promise you won't do something like that ever again."
"I'm not promising shit." I said walking towards the microwave to heat my tasty cup of ramen.
"You killed three people."
I stayed silent for a minute.
"Didn't mean it, you know I didn't." I said before stuffing myself with ramen.
"You really don't care?"
"Never said that. I can't really control it. Well-no, I can. Better than most people. They triggered me though. It's a mental illness. I'm basically an official psychopath." I said while eating that tasty ramen. I then sat on the floor where the "bed" I made was. There was a knock at the door, police. Aiko tried hiding me by closing the door a little. She hit the cop with that good old "Do you have a warrant?" After being asked to enter the house. The cop left a few minutes after chatting with Aiko.
"We gotta go now. Like right now. Pack your things which are like ramen and water. We need to leave." Aiko said while hastily packing up her things. I just casually got up and entered her car by stealing her keys and using them. I figured out which car it was by unlocking it and seeing it's lights. Heating it unlock to. I got in the back seat and ten minutes later Aiko got in. I threw the keys to the front seat and decided to rest a little.
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A Twisted World
Mystery / ThrillerAce is a 17 year old who suffers from psychopathy. He was diagnosed at just the age of 12. He was sent to a mental asylum which he later escaped. This story is mostly narrated from the point of view of Ace.