Our Lady of Sorrows

''M-Mikey, you okay?'' I asked, stuttering slightly at the tense atmosphere.

''Yes big brother, I'm perfect'' he whispered, his voice laced with something I didn't understand.

All I saw was the light reflecting off the blade as he pulled it from his pocket, the clink as his trousers hit the floor.

Disclaimer: We do not own anyone from My Chemical Romance (saddly).

So I'm not good at these so just read the story! :D