Im dying from the inside (Synyster Gates fanfic) (Avenged sevenfold fanfic)

Ok I doubt anyone will read this but, this is a story about Synster Gates being a father you know. Like he had a unknown child, he doesnt know about it. Like other ones, but this one is my version. So give it a chance please cuz then I'll love you forever! ^_^ ❤ anyway read ahead to know more about the story. If you don't wanna read more I get it x( anyway love you all even though I don't know you. Oh and this is based on a true story not like Synyster Gates being a father but the rest yea. But not me, my friend you could say, I just changed the names around and stuff. So if you have any questions feel free to ask. I DO NOT OWN ANY AVENGED SEVENFOLD CHARACTERS, SONGS OR ANYTHING. THIS BOOK INVOLVES CURSING, VIOLENCE AND MAYBE SEXUAL CONTENT. IM NOT SURE YET. _____________________________________________________________________

*Prologue*

My name is Leann Perez, I'm 14 years old and I'm bi-racial. For those who don't know what that means, it means I'm mixed. I'm Mexican and white. My mom is fully Mexican and my dad is white. I never really knew my dad, my mom told me to never speak of him though, so I don't. Anyway, I have straight, jet black hair with light brown eyes and I'm very skinny because we really don't eat around here. I have dimples, yes be jealous. I live here in San Diego, California with my mom and step dad who's never really home. He's always out, causing trouble. I cut, and it's not very safe because one time I almost cut to deep and almost had to go to the hospital. I don't have money for that. I have my lip pierced and I have one tattoo. Do I regret it? Kinda, but whatever. My birthday is August 6th, 1994 and today is August 3th 2009 so its coming up. I play guitar, drums, and piano. I was self taught, I learned myself. I've been playing drums since I was four, guitar since I was five and piano just three years ago. My moms name is Veronica, she has dark brown hair with dark brown eyes. She's the best person on the planet, she's always happy no matter how much we're struggling. I love her with all my heart. My mom has a perfect body, she has a body like a model but she's not so yea. She's only 28, and yes it's hard to believe that she had me when she was only 13 but she did. My deal with my dad I have no idea. But I don't think about it much, because then I'll over think stuff. I have a heart condition that's called an enlarged heart, I take medicine for it to treat it. So since I have that the doctors said I might not live past 30 years old. I have anxiety and I get paranoid a lot. So I could have anxiety attacks at any given time. Anyway, that's the story of my life. What I'm about to tell you is how I met my dad, who he is and how we overcame all the obstacles in life to bring us close together like a daughter and father should be. We've been through fights, loosing people we love and even death. This is the story of my life. Read on if you dare.

Chapter 1

Leann's POV

I woke up on the cold, dusty floor of my room. I was confused, what happened? Maybe I just fell asleep on the floor again. I sat up and looked around in the empty, slightly lit room. It only had a small bed, closet, window, and a night stand. I sighed and got up. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if my REAL dad were around. I shook off those thoughts and grabbed my towel. I walked into the bathroom, stripped out of my clothes then stepped in the shower. I let the warm water hit my muscles and face then washed my hair. After that I turned off the water and wrapped the towel around my body. I have my moms body, and hair. But the rest I got from my dad, although I never saw him. I walked back to my room and put on a Pierce The Veil t-shirt and black skinny jeans with my worn out Converse. I brushed my hair and styled it then sprayed perfume and put on deodorant, I brushed my teeth and looked in the mirror. I hate my body, I was way to skinny for myself and my boobs were too big, my butt is too fat but my mom says I have a beautiful body. Ugh, I don't know. I grabbed my backpack then went downstairs. My house was pretty small but there's only like two people living in it anyway so it didn't matter. I saw my mom in the kitchen, sipping coffee while reading a magazine. She glanced at me then back at the magazine. Does my mom beat me? Sometimes, when she's frustrated or I did something in school.