Mad (UNDERGOING EDITING)

1-pilot

I could still hear the sirens screaming. The lights flashing. The nurses running around. The security guards calling out after me. The blood on my feet from the broken glass i had stepped on in that ally way. The dizziness that filled my vision.

Its been three days. I've been out for three days. I've barley slept. Haven't eaten. But most of all, I'm cold.

Autumn is nearing. I can tell by the tempter drop and the leaves beginning to change. The days are getting shorter. The nights are getting colder. I'm gonna die if I can't find somewhere to be.

People who see me, they overt their eyes. The must think I'm a crack head, or a hobo. I mean, I'm waking around with a dirty wight T-shirt, gray sweat pants, massy hair, and no shoes.

I thought me braking out would allow me to live my life, not end it. Though there wasn't much keeping me from killing my self in the past. Just the though of finally getting out. The thought of that freedom so many take for granted.

So there I was, standing alone in the park. Looking up to the sky. Slowly freezing to the point where everything went black. The ground hit me so hard I felt pins and needles through out my whole body. My head ached and the cold of the bitter night did no help to me, what's so ever.

Until he came.