I Am Elvis

Chapter 2 Unchained Melody

I backed up against the wall, with a hand over my mouth, sweat and tears pouring down my face. I started shaking and hyperventilating, "P-Priscilla..?" She looked insane. Her hair was all a mess, her eyes bright red, and a creepy grin on her face. "What's wrong, Elvis? Are you scared of me?" Priscilla giggled. Leah was still in the closet. She found a guitar and slowly crept out of the closet. Priscilla was grabbing me by the throat, shaking me while I gasped and sobbed. Leah snuck up behind Priscilla and struck the guitar, making a loud noise. Priscilla turned around, pointing her chainsaw at Leah. "Come at me," Leah chuckled. How was she so brave? "So you wanna battle, huh?" Priscilla said, pulling out her own guitar, "Well, two can play that game!" Priscilla struck her guitar, creating a massive shock wave. "Ugh!" Leah fell down, her nose was bleeding. "Loser," Priscilla scoffed. Leah got back up and struck her guitar even louder, making the whole room shake and the walls started to crack. "Go! Hurry!" Leah shouted to me. I started to run out the door. "Oh, I see what you're trying to do here," Priscilla growled. I had just barely escaped, when she grabbed me and threw me across the bedroom. I fell and hit my head against the wall. I screamed in pain and looked at the wall that was covered in thick, sticky blood. I didn't break my skull or anything, but my head hurt like the dickens and my hair was all bloody. Leah growled, as she struck her guitar as hard as she could, knocking Priscilla out. "Come on!" She grabbed my hand and we ran out. "Thanks, Leah," I sighed in relief. "Are you really Elvis?" She asked. "Yes," I said. "Why do you seem so...depressing?" "I don't know," I sniffled, "I was a lot happier when I was alive."

I saw a big hole in the wall over in the distance. The hole was glowing a bright purple colour. "Look at that," I gasped. "Must be a portal! Maybe that's how we get out here," Leah rushed over to it. I was a little hesitant, but I followed her anyway. We went inside the portal. I gasped and looked around. We were at my very last concert in 1977. I saw myself on stage at the piano, singing 'Unchained Melody.' Leah waved her hand in front of a guy's face. "They can't see us," she said. I just kept watching myself. I looked so...chubby and unhealthy. Tears made their way down my face as I remembered all the mistakes I had ever made. Leah was amazed, "Wow! I can't believe I'm really watching this in person!" Her smile slowly faded as she looked over at me and then back at the Elvis on stage. I started to remember everything from my past life and the atmosphere of the roaring audience and the way I looked on stage was just so overwhelming. The song ended and everyone cheered and clapped. Their clapping was like a roaring ocean. I remember the feeling of being on stage and looking out at all the people. Thousands of people packed the seats just to see me perform. Did they really love me? Did they really care? My whole life I had been trying to please everyone. I had always been a doormat, just letting people walk all over me. 

Leah wasn't like that though. I wish I could've been more like her. She was strong and independent. She had confidence in herself and wouldn't take no crud from anyone. I was completely immersed in my thoughts. My past started to haunt me again, drowning me in my mistakes. I snapped out of it when I felt Leah tug on my arm. Everything started to get all wonky. My vision went blurry and the room was spinning. I opened my eyes. "We're back at Graceland," I moaned. Leah crossed her arms and sat on the floor, "Dang it! When will I wake up from this dream?" I sighed and looked around, "I know my own house pretty well...but, boy, Priscilla has changed it a lot." The lighting was dim and the furniture was old and torn up. It had changed a lot since my death. Every single window was boarded up and the front door was nailed shut. How were we gonna escape? All of a sudden, I heard angry footsteps behind me...