Since I Was Torn From You (Axl Rose)

Eight

Warning: Mentions of self-harm. 

*AXL'S POV!* 

I never knew how much love my heart could hold until Diana became mine. She was perfect in every way. She was also a good fuck. Her body was perfect and curvy. She tasted so great. But while I had a great time. I was also afraid to hurt her. I knew she was a virgin. And I cared about her so much. But she had a good time. 

I woke up the next morning and felt high off of Diana. She was still fast asleep next to me. I got up and got dressed. The blanket was halfway off her so I brought it back to her chin. I saw a small smile on her face. Fuck, I love her. She's perfect.

But she was extremely skinny. And in a way. I knew she would die. If she didn't eat I'd lose her. I   couldn't lose her. She's my everything. 

I heard the shower water running as I finished fixing breakfast. I walked to the bathroom and creaked the door a bit watching her in the mirror. The water ran down her perfect body perfectly. I've seen her naked before. But now that she was standing up. I can see her. She was skinnier than I thought. And I saw cuts on her arms. It hurt my heart to know she cut herself. And I was too full of lust to notice. 

I pushed myself away from the bathroom and walked back to the kitchen where I sat on the table gathering my words. What would I say to her? How do I bring it up? 

After a few minutes, Diana walked into the room in her casual baggy sweater and jeans. I walked over to her discarding the food on the counter. It probably didn't taste all tha great anyway. "I saw your arms, Diana," I said. 

It felt weird calling her by her real name. Ever since met I called her Dee. I couldn't pronounce Diana. It was too hard for my seven-year-old self. I ended up calling her Danna or Dina. Before settling on Dee. 

Diana gasped and stepped away from me. "I... Uh-uh-uh-uh... Uhm," Diana stammered. "Why'd you do this to  yourself, Diana?" I asked. I was pissed. I wanted to calm down to take a step back. But I couldn't. I hated the fact that she was hurting herself. "I-it's none o-of your c-c-concern," Diana said. I pushed her against the wall my face inches from hers. "It is my concern! I'm letting you die! And I'm not letting you hurt yourself," I yelled. "A-A-Axl, y-you're scaring m-me," Diana stammered. I saw tears brim her eyes. I brought her into a hug but she pushed me away and slid against the wall until she was on the ground, hugging her knees and crying. "D-Dee, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean... to," I said. My lips quivered when she pushed me away again. I just rose to my feet and walked out the door. 

*DIANA'S POV!* 

I thought he'd never hurt me. I thought he'd always hold me. I thought he'd be calm when dealing with me. 

I was wrong. 

He yelled and shoved me against the wall. 

It hurt me.

It scared me. 

He was always so gentle and sweet when it came to me and my problems. He never acted violently against me. 

I knew I was overreacting. He wasn't acting violently. He shoved me against the wall but it didn't hurt. I guess I'm just upset over him yelling at me. 

After he tried to hug me twice and I pushed him away he gave up and left. And for some reason, even when I thought I wanted to be left alone, him leaving hurt me. 

I rolled up my sleeves and stared at my arms. I closed my eyes and laid on the ground before falling asleep. Sleeping had always been my way of coping with pain. 

When I woke up it was the middle of the night. And I was in bed. But Axl wasn't by my side. I rose out of the bed and walked to the living room where I saw Axl sleeping on the couch. I walked up to him and shook his shoulder to wake him up. He sat up and looked at me. "What?" he asked groggily. "Uhm... C-can you come to bed?" I asked. He nodded and smiled as he rose to his feet. "Sorry," he said. "It's fine, I'll stop," I said. Axl kissed my lips and as always it felt amazing. "I just don't wanna lose you," he said. "You won't," I said. "I will if you don't start eating," Axl said. "Tomorrow, I'll eat," I said. "It's been three days," Axl said. "I promise," I said. Axl only nodded and scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed where we cuddled and slept.

I love him. I love him more than anything else in the world. I couldn't leave him. Not like that. I couldn't hurt him. I knew I had to eat or I'd end up leaving him in pain.