Love Me, Blurryface

My name's Tyler

I thought it was only just a dream. Well, I was hoping so. I started to cry again, when I opened my green eyes again and grabbed my glasses, which were lying on the floor. Still chained up to the chair, still in the room, but with a huge headache. I had some good news though, Blurryface was not here. I leaned on the old chair and began to cry more and more. As my tears were falling down, there was no chance to rub them off, because my hands were tied too. 

The room was no longer scary for me. I dealed with it already. The only thing, which was scaring me more and more was the return of that psycho. Later I found out, that he was still in the room. He was hiding in one of the corners again. But he was not looking that scary, he was rather sad or scared too. I didn't know, but I was curious. "Blurryface?" I whispered, blinking.

There was a long pause, before the guy finally responded. "He's not here." He said. Who's not here? I don't understand a word! As I was watching the boy, I found out he was crying. He didn't have his sunglasses, I could see his tears too. That was interesting, he was keeping me here and I was suffering. Seemed like he was suffering too. But why? "Explain!" I screamed hysterically. So the boy finally stood up, with a broken ukulele in his hands. He came closer. I watched him carefully. His chestnut eyes were all red around, just looking at me. The black paint was less visible.

"Listen. I have no idea, who you might be. And I have no idea, how did I get here. But I know it was the Blurryface." He was mumbling again and again. "I thought you were the Blurryface!" I said, more scared than ever. He blinked and finally looked into my eyes too. I felt a horrible pain growing in my head, but I was too scared to fall into the darkness again. "I've got two faces, you know. And Blurry's the one I'm not. I am Tyler and I have no responsibility what Blurryface does. You have to trust me. And understand. I don't want to hurt you, and..." He was talking very quietly, but his voice was still hiding something dark and secret. "Okay, Tyler. My name's Theresa and I need you to unchain me. These ropes are slowly killing me." He nodded and loosed the ropes enough for me to breath fine. After that I was finally free. I stood up and smiled at Tyler. "I'm so sorry for you Tyler." I put my hand on his shoulder, but I didn't cheer him up. He was still sad. "No, don't be sorry. I'm sorry I've laid you up to this danger. When I'll find a way out, you can go."

It was a mystery, how did this guy get my sympathy. Maybe he was just lying, when he was talking about Blurryface. Or he's a schizophrenic. Anyway, I was kind to him. Pretty odd, wasn't it? Maybe he's right. Maybe he really doesn't know what's happening, like me. My head was full of thoughts and I didn't know which of them were right.