Life, Love, and My Chemical Romance

As my long lost Grandmother scurried upstairs to recover the gift she was going to give to me, I pondered what I had just encountered.
There is so much I need to ask her...
Where is she from? Why didn't I know about her sooner?
My thoughts were quickly distracted by my Grandmother coming down the stairs with a tiny red box.
"What's in the box, Grandma?" I paused, "I can call you Grandma, right?"
"Of course dear." she said kindly, " In the box is a bracelette." Wow! Big surprise, who wouldv'e thought she was going to give me jewelry! I thought sarcastically "It is not an ordinary bracelette though, and I am no ordinary person." she said suspiciously, her piercing hazel eyes staring at mine with every word, as if she was looking into my mind, "I am a faerilarby." Her voice came to a whisper.
"A what...?" I asked quietly, trying not to sound stupid.
"A faerie, or in other words, a witch." Suddenly the song started in my head again.
"I'm not okay..."
And I fainted.