He burns my skin, but you might get another look in, if I don't die tonight

Yo there fellow nerds! This fic will be short - seven/eight ish chapters. It's a sort of crossover between mcr's songs S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W and The Ghost of You, because they are great songs with amazing meanings (tbh they all are).

warning: this story will not induce any form of happiness (just going on the fact that you're probably not a direct offspring of Satan). In fact, it will be quite sad and depressing. Please don't read it if you are easily triggered, or badly affected by war. The characters got through pain and suffering. Hopefully, this little statement will mean you don't have to. Because basically, I'm a sadistic motherfucker, and I enjoy writing depressing stories that involve pain and suffering. :3
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! (Gandalf voice)

btw, the title works best if you sing it like the song. It rhymes. Coz I like things that rhyme :P

happy reading, nerdlords!

1. You and I, we used each other's shoulders

   You can't take a single day for granted in this hell

2. I'm so sick of these dark days chasing me further underground

   "What are you thinking about, Gerard?"

3. I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

   What hides in your mind in the day likes to come out at night - come out and play

4. And for the last night I lie, could I lie with you?

   How much is a life worth??

5. Way Down

   I can't help but feel selfish hor wanting you here

6. If I'm forgotten you'll remember me for a day

   The best and worse moments of our lives have one thing in common - we never see them coming.

7. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W

   And all these words I've never had the guts to say to you

8. Epilogue

   The ghost of you, it will live on