Blurryface

Tear In My Heart part 3

July 8th, 2014- THE PRESENT

"Yes!" Jenna exclaims.

Tyler stands up, and his glowing eyes show all of the emotion he's feeling right now.

Jenna smashes her lips to Tyler's, and wraps her arms around his neck.

I had a really long and frustrating day today, and I still didn't get the chance to confront Tyler and tell him everything that was on my mind.

So right now, when Tyler kisses his fiancee in front of me, and my vision blurs slowly, I can't find the strength to hold back my rage.

I know that if I don't stop right now, I will be too tempted to control him and I won't be able to stop myself from doing so. But I don't fight it. I just follow this one sentence that explains everything that is on my mind right now.

What I want to save I'll kill.

"No!" I scream at Tyler. He and Jenna disconnect and he collapses to the ground, his hands pulling his hair in pain.

I'm focusing on my rage towards Jenna. She's the reason that Tyler doesn't think about me as much as he used to. She's the reason he is so distant from me. It's her fault.

I think about a world where Jenna doesn't exist. How amazing would that be?

Now, when I'm so mad I can feel my blood boiling, I know I can achieve this world.

"Tyler, it's okay. You're with me." Jenna hugs him.

But this time, I am too strong for her to heal.

I took control over Tyler.

I am Tyler.

"Take a knife." I say.

He looks at me, terrified. He's still crying. "No..."

"Take a knife!" I scream at him.

Unwillingly, he stands up and walks towards the kitchen. He picks up a sharp knife from the counter.

"Tyler..." Jenna mumbles, "What are you doing?"

She gets closer to him. Then she puts her hand on his.

I look into her bright blue eyes, and then I move my gaze to Tyler.

"Don't..." Tyler sobs quietly, "Blurryface, don't..."

I know that Tyler will hate me for this, but he will understand that it's for the best. He's better off without her.

"Now!" I scream.

Tyler pins Jenna against the wall as she gasps loudly. The knife is only a few centimeters from her throat. He looks at her, miserable, helpless.

Jenna begins crying, "Tyler... Tyler listen to me! It's me, Jenna!"

"He's making me do this!" He screams at her as she shuts her eyes in terror.

"Don't let him..." she mumbles, "You're stronger than him!"

"Tyler, this will be over soon," I say, "and then it'll be just the two of us together."

"No!" Tyler screams, his hand shaking, "Make it stop!"

"Tyler, please..." Jenna's voice is almost inaudible.

"I'm sorry..." He sobs, "I'm so sorry, Jenna..."

"Kill her." I say.

Tyler shakes his head, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"KILL HER!"