The city rooftops aren't so bad. You get used to it. Especially when your life depends on it.
I sat there, alone, on top of city hall. No one notices. It's early dawn, and not many people are awake. I see some teenaged boys sneak back into their houses, a girl kiss someone on a motorcycle, some early risers heading off to work. I start to get up, thinking about taking the plunge and just jumping off the roof. I shake my head, I still have a life. No need to waste it. I do jump though. Onto another building, of course. Jump and run, jump and run. That's my life. I am a runner, so it's expected. Wait, did I just hear something? I stop and look around. I shake my head; just a girl in an alley, alone. There's someone around the corner, following her. I try to stop myself from killing him. I don't kill him, just jump and land on top of him. The girl never knows. After I land, I take off running. No one notices me, never. No one ever notices Faith. No one has faith. At least, not in Faith.