Metaphorically, I'm a Whore... // Tyler Joseph

Chapter Thirty.

As I reached Tyler's hiding spot, I stared up at the building in front of me.
It was the venue from last night.
I knew Tyler would be hiding here, purely because based on general knowledge, I knew that Tyler loved to express his emotions through music, and what better place to create music than a music venue?

I slotted my key into the door in front of me and pushed with a small force, causing the door to open slightly in front of me. Luckily no one else had shown up to work yet and so I was the first one here. Tyler I'm guessing had gone in through the back somehow, maybe one of the cleaners had left the fire exit open slightly or Tyler was just really good at breaking into places?
I shook my head and entered the building. It was eerily quiet and looked like a scene from an apocalyptic movie, only the place wasn't trashed and covered in dirt. It was actually spotless, it just lacked people.
I then chuckled to myself as I thought about how busy the venue would become later and how I wouldn't have to deal with it because it wasn't my turn to work the bar tonight

I smirked again at the thought as I made my way to the doors that lead to the concert hall.
Pushing them open slightly, I peered through the gap to see none other than Tyler Joseph, sat at the piano on the stage that was left from last night. He was playing a soft, slow melody on the piano and singing lyrics to himself quietly, almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear him.
"She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive..." I heard him whisper to himself as he played a few more notes on the piano.
I stepped through the crack between the door and entered the hall, trying to be as quiet as I could.
Sadly, this did not go so well.
I jumped suddenly, gasping in shock as the door creaked loudly behind me, slamming shut.
Tyler stopped playing almost instantly. He turned his head quickly to look at me and all I could do was return his gaze, to which he quickly turned his head away to face the piano again. I then noticed his fists beginning to clench and I gulped with a small, sudden wave of fear taking over my insides.

"How did I know I would find you here?" I spoke up with a slightly chuckle, trying to make conversation.
Tyler said nothing, his fists still clenched by his sides.
"Jenna was worried sick about you. She said you never came to bed last night? What happened Tyler?" I spoke up again, trying to get him to say something.
After being met with silence again, I slowly walked up the stage steps and headed over to him. I then took a seat beside him on the piano bench.
"Tyler?" I whispered as I lowered my hand onto his shoulder.
Suddenly, Tyler grasped my hand before I could comfort him, throwing it away with a slight force, knocking me back a bit.
"Tyler?" I said with some frustration. "What's wrong? Answer me!"
I quickly placed my hand onto his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't throw me off again.
I felt his body tense up under my hand and a chill shot up through my spine.
Tyler turned to face me, his eyes were bloodshot and glistening red. I couldn't tell if this was from anger or if he had been crying, but I had a gut feeling that I was about to find out pretty soon, if not instantly.

After a brief moment of silence, Tyler spoke up bluntly.
"You, Amanda."
I lifted my hand from his back in confusion.
"What? What did I do?"
"What did I do?" Tyler mimicked me, "you know exactly what you did, Amanda. You think you're oh so innocent don't you? You think you can just play with anyone's emotions and get away with it?"
My eyes widened and I scoffed, "I don't know what you're talking about, Tyler, you're acting crazy!"
I stood up from the bench and stormed off and away from him, heading down the stage steps and making my way towards the doors.
Suddenly, I heard Tyler's quick footsteps from behind me. I then felt a sharp pain as Tyler grabbed my wrist harshly, pulling me in to him so I was face to face with him.
"I saw you. You and Josh. Being all cosy together. You looked so happy with him, so innocent. How does he get to be so lucky? How  does he get to hold you like that? Hold you in a way that I should be holding you? It makes me sick. How could you be like that, Amanda? And with my best friend too?! Was there something there? Between you two?"
I looked deep into Tyler's eyes, they were still so red and I felt a little fear inside of my stomach, I'd never seen him act this way before. It was almost like he had a split personality, like he was someone else."
"Tyler. I promise you it was nothing more than a gesture of friendship. We only went to sleep, that was all! Besides, you were the reason I was upset in the first place! You have Jenna, Tyler. Just leave me be. Please Tyler. Leave me be. Don't torment me with her anymore. I understand now that I never meant a thing to you, okay? I never meant a god damn thing." I argued. Tears slightly leaving my eyes from the anger and upset that had washed over me.

I pull my arm from his grasp and run to the exit of the venue.
I kept running until I reached my home.
As soon as I got inside, I raced up the stairs and into my room, throwing myself onto my bed and collapsing into a pool of screams and cries.

I had fully had enough.