From the moment I saw you

Chapter 6- Some birthday.

Tupelo Mississippi, May 17th, 1948

Everyone always says turning 13 is special since your finally a teenager, finding out who you are, growing, and becoming someone with a place in the world.

Not for me.

the day had finally came

I quickly packed my bag as I always did, rushing to get to the car before dad got home, this time my mother was already in the car waiting for me. I shut my luggage and locked it up, then quickly brushed through my long hair, separating it into two braids. I adjusted my dress and looked at myself in the mirror, looking at the girl I once knew. I missed my face unbeaten and bruised , the gleam in my eyes that was once there, I missed having hope. I snapped out of it and walked into the living room, grabbed my cat, and walked out of there. Once out of the house I set my luggage and cat in the car and told my mother " I have to say goodbye to Elvis!" she shook her head as I ran up to the Presleys house, I frantically knocked on the door and yelled for Elvis, which sent him straight to the door, opening it. " Scarlett! are you leaving?" I nodded and hung my head low " Here's my number, please stay in touch, Elvis." I said while tears fell from my eyes. He swallowed me in his arms with a hug and said " I'm gonna miss you so much. Happy birthday Scarlett." He nuzzled his head into my shoulder for a little bit than let go to walk me to my car.

As we drove off I couldn't stop thinking about him and his family. If they were going to be okay, if they were ever gonna get out of the poor neighborhood, if Elvis would accomplish his dreams of being a singer. After all his voice was the best i've heard, beating the crooners on the radio, making them sound like a melody of bird squawks. I could feel my cat pawing at something in the pocket of my dress, digging and clawing at it. He finally struck skin which left a little cut on my leg, I hissed at the pain and mumbled "God, what could it possibly be Waya!?" I rummaged my hand around in my pocket and pulled out circular shaped locket with a small moon engraved on it, it had to be from Elvis.

I opened the locket which revealed a small piece of paper which read " Whenever you need me, i'll be there."  The note made a tear drop run down my cheek. My mother heard my sniffling and said " What's wrong Honey?" I handed the locket to her and she examined it with a sour look on her face, after a while of twirling it around in her hand she said " God that must have cost the Presleys a hunk of money... very sweet gift from him, I seriously think he has a crush on you." Her last words made me gasp, there's no way he could, yes we were close, but we were just friends, right? We couldn't be anything more than that.

After the almost 2 hours on the road we arrived to another neighborhood. I grabbed my luggage and scooped up Waya in my arms. I wasn't sure of the exact name of the neighborhood, the street sign said 370 Washington, So that's what I just assumed. As we were walking into the house I noticed it was a little nicer than the other one. every time we moved like this it was never the Ritz, but for a while, it was home. I sat the cat down and let him roam the new place while I unpacked my things in my new room. This all felt like I was in a loop of time, never ending, same old , same old.

As I sat in the living room with my mother I read a book called Wuthering heights by my one of my favorite authors Emily Brontë. I truly believe that her work will go down in history, as it has been some of the best i've read. Even though books were usually escape, I couldn't clear the dark thoughts in my head, all the intrusive "What ifs" overtook my head. What if they never got out of there? What if  something bad happened is his parents and Dodger couldn't take care of him?

As the day ended the answer never came to me, so I laid in bed like always, experiencing the same thing over and over agian.

when would this godamn nightmare end?