I Am Elvis

Chapter 8 Clocks

*Trigger warning: attempted self harm and mentions of drugs

I opened my eyes. I was in a dark, cold room. "L-Leah? Darling....where are you?" I looked around. I started having flashbacks of Mama, remembering how she died. I saw visions of her and I remembered the funeral. I saw myself, holding onto one of her dresses, sobbing in the closet. "MAMA!! NO!!" I screamed. "Elvis," I heard Mama whisper. "No...this isn't happening...i-it's j-just a dream," I gripped the sides of my hair, trying to remain calm.

~Later~

Leah's POV:

I woke up back at Graceland, in an elevator. I looked at Elvis, his arms and legs were bleeding, his knife had blood on it. "Elvis," I moaned. He looked so out of it, he slowly opened his eyes. "Elvis, what are you doing?" I asked. Tears running down his cheeks, he slowly held his knife up, pointing it at his face. "Put that down! What the heck are you thinking!?" I grabbed him and shook him hard. "LET ME GO!!" He screamed, "JUST LET ME DO IT!!" "Elvis you're scaring me! This isn't like you!!" I cried. "I've lost her," he sobbed, dropping his knife on the ground, hugging his knees, "Oh..Mama..she was all I lived for." I wasn't really sure what to do. I'm not very good at comforting people. Then I remembered what my mom always did when I was upset. "D-don't cry, Elvis," I hugged him, rocking him gently.

Elvis gripped me tight, sobbing like a little baby. He was so cute...and vulnerable. "I'm sorry..I don't know what I was thinking," he sniffled, his breath coming out in short gasps. "Promise me you'll never think like that again," I wiped his tears and kissed him passionately. He blushed, "I love you darling." "I love you too..you're everything to me and I don't wanna see you get hurt," I smiled softly.

~About a half hour later~

Elvis's POV:

I looked at Leah. She was sitting in the corner of the elevator, looking kinda bored. I cleared my throat, "Uhm, Leah?" "Yeah?" She looked up at me. I sat down next to her, "How did you die?" I asked. "I died?" She gasped quietly, "I don't remember dying." "Well, you must've," I bit my lip, "People don't just randomly wake up here unless they've died." Leah clicked her tongue, "Well, about a year ago, after my dad died in the fire, I was using a drug called morphine...recently, I tried to come off of it." She sighed, stroking her hair, "I was having terrible withdrawals...then one night I just couldn't handle it anymore...so I took too much of the drug, the last thing I remembered was passing out in my bed...and now I'm here." "Wow," I gasped under my breath. "Heh, well enough of that. Let's just get out of here," she stood up, going over to the door.

Leah pushed a button in the elevator. The door wouldn't open. She groaned, kicking the door, "Come on! Open up." I put a finger to my lip, looking at all the different buttons. I pushed one of them. Suddenly, the elevator started to shake violently. I yelped and backed up against the wall. "OOF!" Leah grunted, falling on her bottom. "What's happening!?" I screeched. The door started to open, revealing a huge portal.The portal swirled around and around, creating a massive gust of wind, sucking us inside. A terrible feeling came over us, like we didn't want to go in. Leah dug her nails into the wall, trying to hold on and avoid going inside the portal, but there was nothing we could do..

~Later~

I opened my eyes. We were in a dark room. It was a big room, it smelled kinda musty, and there were big grand clocks all around us. They ticked to the rhythm of this creepy music. Leah looked at all the clocks, "Strange," she mumbled, "They all say different times." "There's gotta be a door..or a portal somewhere," I looked around. I stopped, and put my hand over my stomach, "Oh...oh no." "Elvis? What is it?" She asked. "I feel funny," I gulped, my vision started to go all wonky. I felt weak and shaky, and very dizzy. Suddenly, Leah's eyes widened, she started to sweat, feeling the same thing, "Wow...I-I've never felt like this before...w-what's happening?" The clocks looked like they were starting to move, closer and closer, cramming us into the wall.

"STOP!! STOP!! AAAAAAH!!" Leah screamed. It was getting harder to breathe, the ringing of all those clocks was making my head hurt like the dickens. "AAAAAH!!" I flailed my arms in a panic. Snakes started to wrap around our arms and legs. "OW!! WHAT THE HECK!?" Leah shrieked. A big thick one wrapped around my neck, "NOOO!! NO!! AAAHH!!" I screeched. One of the snakes slithered onto Leah and forced itself into her mouth, "ACK!!" She coughed. I struggled to help her, but I couldn't do anything with all those snakes in the way. All of a sudden, the floor dropped out from under us, "AAAAAAAH!!" I screamed.

A little while later, we woke up in the bathroom. This time the bathroom looked dirty, with cobwebs in the corners, blood stains on the walls. Leah moaned rubbing her eyes, "Gross...this place is dirty." I gasped, looking at the mirror, "L-Leah...look." "What?" She turned around. On the mirror, written in blood it said, "Fear me." Fear who? Was this a message from Priscilla? Or perhaps someone else?