Love Me, Blurryface

I just wanted attention

Everything was dark and calm in the moment. I opened my eyes after a while. All the surroundings were blurry, but I recognized some things. I was sitting, sitting on an old wooden chair. This was definitely not my lovely bedroom. It was so cold in there. I was tied to the chair and in the room was just a little light. I tried to blink and my vision was finally sharp again.
What happened? 

I was thinking so deeply, that I didn't even notice another human, hiding in the shadow in the corner. He wasn't moving, just holding a little thingey in his hands. I panicked and tried to unchain myself, but the ropes were too strong. In that moment, the one in the corner stood up. He stepped into the light and I finally saw his face. It was a man, maybe about twenty seven years old. He had brown hair and white sunglasses covering his eyes. Then he had a flower jacket on himself. The next interesting thing was black paint om his neck and hands. He smiled and he started to move his fingers against the thing he was holding. It was an ukulele. He was pretty calm, but I wasn't. I still didn't know what exactly was going on.

"Who are..you?" I ask, so scared I was. He just looked up to me, but didn't stop the music. It seemed like an intro from the song written by Elvis Presley. But that didn't matter.

"Tyler. Tyler Joseph." Said the boy quietly, as he was looking down - watching the ground. "At least the rest of him. They all call me Blurryface." He stopped playing and he has thrown the ukulele away. He got closer to me and stroked my hair. "Don't be afraid, Theresa. It will soon be over. Or maybe not, I'm not sure." He whispered to my ear. 

I was literally scared to death. Who was that? Some kind of psychopath? But.. why me? I didn't do anything! "What do you want from me, then?" I asked curiously. "Attention," he replied quickly. "That's what I wanted. Just a bit of attention. But no, Tyler's the best, nobody cares about the poor little Blurry!" He screamed and punched me in my face. My eyes began to cry. "No, that's over. I want to be known! And not just by you, I want to be known by everyone." He looked into my green eyes, which were full of fright. "That's why I thought it would be nice to get myself a nice and pure..." he stopped talking and licked one of my tears from my cheek. "Virgin." He said and smiled.

"What do you think about yourself? Get off of me!" I screamed. He punched me again, but this time I was losing my consciousness. "Don't you dare refuse to co-work with me! You are mine now, can you hear me, Theresa? You belong to ME now. You must obey me, or I will hurt you. You don't want me to hurt you, do you?"

And that was the last words I heard before I fell into the darkness again.