You Could Be Mine

Axl- Part 4

Axl
(TW: talks a little bit about past trauma and deals with memory loss. I don't think Axl actually dealt with this I just wanted to add this as a character problem ig, I like it so idk, also mostly uses Axl's thought as narration)

I didn't know where I was or where I was going. I felt like a child looking for their mother. I almost wished my mother was here. The thought quickly disappeared but I hated thinking about it. I stopped running, and panted wildly. I was out of breath. How long had I been running? I searched my surroundings, not recognizing anything. The thought came back to me. Mom. I want my mom. I shook my head, pissed at myself. "You don't need her." I say, out loud. A person walking by, watches me carefully. I sigh, looking around once again. I start walking back, towards the direction I came from. I look at nearby buildings, hoping to recognize any. I don't. My mind starts to wander. What had I been doing? I was doing something. Running from something. Or someone? Who was I with? Slash. I was with Slash. I nervously bite my lip. I ran away from Slash, why? I try to remember, but the memory of what happened seems to slip my mind. It was something that used to happen often when I was younger. It was the only way I could've survived. Just live it and forget it. Of course years later the memories came back, having been stored away in a safe somewhere deep in my brain. I wondered if Slash hurt me. No, he wouldn't do that. Maybe I hurt him? I sigh loudly, sitting down on a bench. The metal is cool on my fingers. Sensations. Yes, that usually helps. Sensations calm me. I hadn't had to deal with anything like this in years. I closed my eyes, and thought for a moment. I remembered a song. It was a slower rock song. Maybe Whitesnake? Yes, it was Whitesnake. Why them? I remember a jukebox, and two quarters being placed in my palm. I feel the cool sensation of the coins being placed in my palm. Slash must have given me those. What was the song? I tap my foot, starting to remember the beat. I hum the tune, the name still not there. "Whitesnake. Whitesnake. What was the damn song?" I whisper, rubbing the sides of my head. "Is This Love!" I call out, happy to have remembered the name. Alright, where could I have found a jukebox playing that? Jukeboxes were usually In restaurants, or some stores. We most likely went out for breakfast. Alright, where did we go? I try to imagine the restaurant. All I can see is Slash sitting in a booth, the tattered red leather backs to the seats and the jukebox. I remember the floor pattern. It was white and black checker mix. Typical diner setting. Right! It was a diner! What was the name? That I couldn't remember. I open my eyes, and stand up. I start to walk down the streets again, looking for a diner. My heart starts thudding when I see a familiar figure approaching me. Slash. He runs to me and embraces me tightly. "Holy shit, Axl. Where the hell have you been?" he asks, pushing away from our hug but holding onto my arms tightly. "I-I don't know." I answer, meeting his eyes. "What do you mean you don't know?" Slash asks, his grip loosening on my arms. "I honestly don't remember. I remember being at a diner with you and that's really it." I say, avoiding his gaze. Slash sighs but hugs me again. He rubs my back gently and pulls away, squeezing my arms again. "Alright, c'mon Axie. We better get back to the hotel."

This ones a little bit shorter but I still love it! I will add a bit more on Axl and his past life but not much. I hope you enjoy!- Adler