This is one last victory call. ( Christian coma fanfiction...cc)

The Outcast (Call To Arms)

Before i start. im not good at any speeling xc ill try my hardest to spell correctly. erm... i dont know if anyone will read my storys but i hope you guys do :L ill update regualrly aswell hopefully.

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Chapter 1

Aprils P.O.V

"STOP...Get back here" My dad shouted at my, grabbing my wrist so i couldn't escape out of the front door. He supn me around and pinned my up against the wall, holding my neck. All the air escaped my lungs making me breathless. With all the strength I had left in me, I threw a punch to his stomach. He let go and crumbled to the floor. I sprinted upstaird to my room and collapsed onto my bed.

My mum ran into my room, and bear hugged me. I think she heard what was going on. i finally got the courage to look up at her. i giggled quietly to myself and my mum gave me a questioning look. "You look like the newest member of Black Veil Brides." Her make-up was smeared all down hew face. She gave me a warm smile and wiped her make-up away. 

"I think you'll be needing this" my mum said as she passed me some paper, a pen and an envelope. She understood me, she didnt care what i looked like, what music i listened to or whether or not i was popular ir no she just wanted me to be happy, and she would give anything for that. I pulled her into a tight hug and thanked her. She gave me a war smile and left the room.

As soon as the door was closed i began to work on my letter. What am i suppose to put? Does he even read them? Should i tell him about my dad? All these questions run through my head. i finally came to my sences and began to write. before i came up with a good oone there must have been about 17 screwed up balls of paper at the end of my bed,

Dear CC..or Christian Coma or Chris. whatever you want to be called XD

I just wanted to tell you how much of an insparation you are to me. I've even got my mum to like you guys, wewir right. Well the whole band has helped me through alot, whenever i am feeling sad or lonley i would instantly turn you guys on (the band) and i feel better about my self.

This morning something happened... erm yeah. and my mum new how long ive been meaning to write this letter for, so she gave me some stuff. Theres about 17 screwed up balls of paper at the end of my bed through trying to make a decent letter to you. 

I generally dont know whether or not you will read this so i didnt put alot of information in it. Theres a story about my dad but thats a story for another time. I just wanted to say thanks... thanks alot. i have put my address on the back incase you wanted to reply or something. Though i doubt that due to you guys touring and everthing.

Another weirf thing is that i have to watch your guys live shows on my phone becauses my dad and all.

Many, many many thanks.

                                                  April...or A or Ray i dont care what you call me c:

P.S theres something at the bottom of the envelope.

With that, i place the letter and doodle in the envelope and posted it. I felt a big weight be lifted off of my shoulders. as i has finally sent the letter.

Then the nerves kicked in. What if I put the wring address? What if he doesnt like what i write and thinks im an attention seeker?What if he doesnt even read it? I layed down oon my bed and drifted into a reckless sleep.

The next morning i woke up to continuous pounding on my bedroom door. The dorr swung of its hinges and my dad stood there with the evil look in his eye. Oh no, not again. Here comes the beatings. I felt so helpless against him, there was nothing i could have done. if i screamed no one would hear me as we lived in the middle of no where and my mum was at work.

Before i knew it, i was along in my room sobbing, i couldnt go into work looking like this. i was covered in blood and bruises had begun to form on my arms and legs. i decided to call up work sick for the second time this week. 

I rummaged through my bag to find the only thing i could depend on when i was aloone. My blade. I drew it across my wrists and then my thighs letting the blood ooze out. Once i felt like i had done enough i cleaned oup my cuts and but a bandage around them to stop the blood from comming out onto my clothes. For the whole day i dragged myself around my room to occupy my mind and as soon as i layed on my bed at night i let my thoughts over run and ended up crying myslef to sleep.