*a month ago*
I started walking down the hallway towards Mikey's bathroom, after what happened 4 years ago I have been checking his bathroom for sharp objects everyday. He knows that I know all his hiding spots and that I know when he had cut recently. He wears a black sweater and a pair of black jeans. I attempted to open the door but it was locked, I knocked and called his name but no answer I kept doing this for about 2 minutes. Gerard has walked out of our room and saw what I was doing, " Y/N how long have you been doing that?" he asked in a hoarse morning voice. " About 2 minutes, Gee I'm worried." He immediately moved me out of the way and slammed his body against the door breaking the lock and swinging it open. I looked into the bathroom and saw him, he was pale and cold, a pool of blood coming from his wrists. I stared at him wide eyed, he promised he wouldn't do it again, he lied. I was angry,sad,and suprised all at the same time. Gerard was yelling at Mikey to wake up and that he couldn't leave him. I realized that I had been crying pretty heavily. My mind finally started to come out of its shocked state and I called the police.
*Time Skip*
We ran into the hospital and immediately asked for Micheal Way. "I'm afraid he is in surgery at the moment." I could tell Gerard was getting upset as he squeezed my hand tightly. "Gee, lets go sit down"
