Reality Containment

Keijuro

Do I seriously have to start from the beginning? We can't get to the cool parts?? No? Alright fine. I'm Keijuro, the only one who gives a damn to give an actual introduction. Which is surprising, but not at the exact same time.

I never really wanted to go to college but I wanted to impact this world in one way or another. I felt like college was the best route. I've always done amazing in school so it was easy getting into any college I wished. I was a simple person at this time, all I really cared for was reading, anime, drawing and the development with my grades.

However, I didn't talk to many people. Not that I couldn't physically talk, but more because it took me a bit to get comfortable with others. A lot of people didn't like that about me when they first met me. I only knew one person well and was introduced to the other, yes I know college is about all the parties and stuff, but I wasn't here for that. The closest I've gotten to a party in the last few years was a VR chat birthday party. Sad right?? I couldn't even eat the damn cake. My character was on a diet. Too many virtual calories.

The strange thing at the time is this day, this specific day felt strange. I felt sick to my stomach but nothing else was wrong. Don't ask how I got the equipment but I checked my vitals, my breathing, and even my temperature. Nothing else was wrong except that sick feeling. Maybe I ate something bad? That's the most logical explanation at least. I mean maybe I didn't cook the ramen as long as I should've? Don't judge me I'm not that good at cooking. Even with microwaved ramen. Who knows at this point.

Later on in the evening that day I was working on a huge project due in a month. I my dear friends don't procrastinate. Well, more like not as bad. If you were to compare me to Peyton and Angel then you would be like, "Woah. How are they even friends?" Now, I'm pretty sure I said this already, if I did I really don't give a shit. But if I didn't, Peyton and Angel are my only close friends I really have. Yeah I have friends that I get to know but we never became as close. How did I get close to either of them? All I could tell you would be one word, college. No details, no dates, nothing. Just, college.

If you were to ask me their classes, majors, even birthdays all I'll be able to tell you is, I can't remember. Since the beginning of this month I can't remember anything. It's come to a point where I bought a 100 page journal for things to remember. Yes, It was used to remember things. Funny thing is, every page is used. Every day I wake up, forgetting I'm in my own room, my own apartment. That I'm a college freshman. Was I getting memory loss??

Sometimes, I questioned myself so much it becomes scary. I never feel safe home alone anymore, but I don't have a roommate. The closest I have to roommates are neighbors. But, what can they do about my paranoia? Nothing, exactly. Reason being why I will not agree to talk to anyone about this. I'll look insane. There's one thing that I remember every day. The red door in all my dreams. I never touch it, or get close to it. I mean, even dream me new it was smart not to go up to a random door and say, "Hey what's up?" To some random demon playing the piano.

But, nevertheless I was still curious why that's the only thing I vividly remember. This door, wasn't a normal door. Something always felt off, not just the looks but in these dreams something always felt off. Like I wasn't supposed to be there, dream or not.  First of all it's a bright blood red color, emphasize on the blood. The handle looked broken, it worked but the issue was it looked like someone just crushed it in a ball and called it a doorknob. It also looked rusted and dirty. No clean spot to be seen, which a lot of people might find just all around disgusting. But the look of it made me wanna puke, made my eyes sore just from a few seconds of eye contact.

It was constant, no dream went without that one red door. It has to be in my dreams, if it wasn't I would wake up screaming. I never knew why I was screaming, in fact it felt like someone, no. Something. Forced me to get the vocals to scream my life out. I even got complaints by my apartment for the screaming and that it was and I quote, "disturbing to the ones around me."  Since then, if I had even the slightest feeling that the door wouldn't be in my dream I forced myself to stay awake. No matter what it would end up costing me.

I was laying in bed that morning. The morning that would change everything, my thinking, my total sanity, all in one. Again let's remember that I felt sick that day, pity me. I decided to stay away from classes, it wasn't anything too serious luckily.  I just felt nauseous, so me being me I stayed in my apartment just in case. I hadn't slept very well the previous night either. I was studying don't get your hopes up. That day, I swear someone was watching me. Every move, thought, word, was all recorded like I was a criminal and needed a good as hell lawyer to make it out somewhat still okay.

Just as I got up to get some water, a knock went at my door. Which was strange because it was exactly noon and raining outside, it made no sense. For those of you who think I'm going to just open it with no cautions please put the remote down and stop watching horror movies. That might help your element of what'll happen next in books. I had a camera system at my front door, which was very helpful because I might've lived on campus, but there's still things that could happen, you get me?

I look out the camera and saw black dust on the floor, and a shoe. What in the world? Now, let's just say my dear friend Peyton is in Law and if it weren't for them I probably would've made a lot more dumb decisions by now. Here I assume is a trafficking scheme, which my dear friends I won't be falling for. But as soon as I was about to go on with my day, my camera shut down. Is that even possible? Following loud blinking, the first thing I thought was, "Why am I here?"