I Am Elvis

Chapter 4 Childhood

Leah smiled, "Come on let's go." As soon as she took a step the floor collapsed, she screamed falling down the floor, but I was too late. I couldn't catch her.

Leah's POV:

"Leah? Leah! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!! LEAAAAH!!"

I gasped waking up, blood running down my arm, I looked around seeing myself in a place that looked like a subway train, it even moved. What is this place? Standing up I noticed this subway looked familiar, "Oh no, no...not this place. Anywhere but here."

Elvis's POV:

I darted around the entire place trying to find Leah, "Leah! Darling where are you?! Leah!!" I ended up in a room that looked like a garden, "H-Huh?" The atmosphere was...peaceful and lovely...something I hadn't felt in a long time. There were beautiful roses and birds chirping. "L-Leah?" I mumbled under my breath, "Where are you?" The calming aura of the place slowly started to fade. The sky started to turn bright red, the ground started to shake. Crows were swarming around me, tearing up my clothes and trying to peck at my flesh. "AAAAAAAAAAH!!! STOP!!" I screamed.

Leah's POV: 

I saw my 10-year-old self, standing there holding a little teddy bear. There was my dad, waiting for the subway train to pick him up so he could go to work. "Good bye, daddy," I sniffled. "Grow up, Leah," my dad said in his gruff, husky voice, "You're 10 years old! You're too big to be saying 'daddy' and walking around with that stupid bear!" He snatched the bear out of my little hands. "No! Give it back! Mommy gave it to me," I whined, tears coming down my face. My mom had died of cancer when I was 5 and she gave me the teddy bear on our last Christmas together. My dad blamed me for her death even though it wasn't my fault. "Shut up," my dad growled, looking around. I was starting to cause a scene. I just cried more and begged him to give the bear back. Then the train arrived. "Keep it," he sighed, giving it back to me. He quickly grabbed his brief case and got on the train. I sat down on the little bench and sobbed silently, hugging the bear. I watched from a distance and noticed that no one cared to at least even try to comfort that little girl I used to know. I slowly walked over to my young self and sat down on the bench. "A-are you okay?" I asked, choking back my tears. What a stupid thing to ask! Of course I wasn't okay! "Who are you?" My child self asked, looking up at me. "Uh..no one," I mumbled. "Are you here to bully me too?" She asked. "No, honey," I sighed. Suddenly, the atmosphere went all wonky and the floor collapsed. "AAAAAAHH!!!" I screamed, falling through the floor. 

Elvis's POV:

I managed to kill most of those pesky crows with my bare hands. All of a sudden, the sky opened up and Leah fell through. "UGH!" She landed with a huge thud, her face in the ground. "Leah! Oh! Darling, are you okay?" I quickly rushed over and helped her up. "Why do you care?" She growled, pulling herself away. I backed up in shock, "W-what?" I gasped. Why was she speaking to me this way? I didn't understand. "I-I'm sorry, Elvis," she sighed, her breath was shaky, "I-I just...uh.." "Hey, it's alright," I said, pulling her into a hug, "Honey, you're shaking." "I-I'm fine," she sighed. "What happened to your arm? It's bleeding," I gasped, holding her arm up. It was bleeding pretty good. I tore my sleeve and wrapped it around her arm as a bandage. She winced and hissed in pain. "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah," she mumbled. "You wanna talk about it?" I looked her in the eye. "No," she looked down and shook her head. "Where are we?" She asked, looking around. "I have no idea," I bit my lip. Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, the sky went pitch black. Voices were screaming out, but no one could be seen. 

The voices were familiar. They were voices of people from the past. "Oh no," Leah gasped, "I-it's my dad again! H-he's mad at me." The screaming stopped. "There's nowhere to run," a child's voice cooed creepily. "W-what!?" I shrieked. The place was spinning and our vision started to dim. "What's happening!?" Leah screamed, pulling on her hair. "I don't know!!" I cried.

I woke up back at Graceland. We were in the bathroom. "What? Where-... I'm in a bathroom," Leah looked around, "Why are we in a bathroom?" "At least it's clean," I shrugged. "Whatever. Let's just get out of here," Leah walked over to the door and tried to open it. "Darn it," she muttered, "It's locked." How were we gonna get out? Should we try to find a way out? Or would it be safer in the bathroom...?