Reality Containment

Peyton

You know, I never thought things would come to this, I mean who would? I know some might say I'm overdramatic for saying how tough all this was, however I would say differently. But, to be fair isn't that something anyone says when they go through something traumatic others don't understand?

I mean, you never see people preach their trauma to the world, unless they have the balls to. When I look back on all of this and you finish our little, story? Perhaps you could call it? You might see why my college freshman ass didn't do that very thing. Hell, I would probably have a crazier reputation than I do now in the little facility I'm in currently. But hey, let's wait for that part, there's so much more to begin with.

Did I even introduce myself? I didn't, did I? Well, I won't introduce myself, I mean eventually someone will say my name in further dialogue, wait till then. Was that rude? I mean I can be rude but sometimes I go overboard. Oh well, sometimes things just spill out you know? Or maybe I'm being overdramatic??

"Peyton!!" Huh, what a familiar voice. Oh and the introduction you wanted? Well, there it is. I won't do one of those go around the table introductions though. I mean I barely had time for that in Kindergarten. What makes you think I have time for that now?

"Oh, hello Angel." At this time the only one of two people I knew was Angel and my neighbor Keijuro, Angel being a Sophomore and my neighbor being a Freshman such as myself.

"Do you have that sculpture we were supposed to make? I... forgot.. mine?" He looked at me like that was convincing what so ever. Spoiler alert, he's bad at lying, sometimes so bad I think he's lying that he's lying and just tearing my brain into pieces.

"You forgot? How? The professor sent us thirty-four emails saying it was due today at 12:00PM sharp." I had said this in an annoyed tone because I was starving, and wasn't ready to have a debate with this man at five in the morning before my first class. He realizes I'm not a computer that can charge within an hour, right?

"Well, yeah but..." He looked at me and said those very words with a dramatic sigh following it. "I'm not good at that kinda stuff you know?"

"Of course I know. That's a huge reason why you aren't taking an Art major. Me and you both know you can't draw to save your life." And it was true, he once showed me old pictures in his sketchbook from the 8th grade. I took note that if we ever were assigned things in the future, decorating would be my thing.

What caught my attention most was his saddened reaction to those words, of course with a batch of sarcasm and a little "fuck you," in the middle of it all. I hadn't eaten since eight in the morning yesterday and was getting a headache, in which no part of me felt bad. Now, you're probably asking why I did that. "Oh that's your own fault," and you'll roll your eyes. Yeah I know. Well, not like it's your business but I've been wanting to start fasting, issue is I am terrible at it . Look, we get it your the reader but can't the main characters have a little privacy?  

I decided to get on the bus that morning early since I didn't feel like walking across campus to get to class, but the moment I stepped foot on that bus, something strange rose in me. For a moment before I stepped on I dazed out. The creepier part was that the bus driver just so happened to make direct eye contact with me. 

"Hey kid." It was the bus driver, but why did the voice sound so... demonic? Was I just that tired? Huh, strange. "Get on I have places to be." In that moment, the voice sounded much more human like. Surely, it was just things going on in my head. I did write a essay last night and ate nothing. Maybe that's all it was?

I immediately jumped onto the bus and took a seat at the very back, my personal favorite part of the bus. However, that feeling was still there. Like I shouldn't be there, especially in that very moment. That there was something iffy about everything about that bus, but I had taken it several times in the semester before, right? But, in that moment, the entire drive all I could think about was, "Am I on the right bus?"