The Kids From Yesterday
Does the Television Make You Feel the Pills You Ate?
February 26th, 2005
Frank’s Childhood Home
Belleview, New Jersey
5:37pm
Elliot was going insane.
“Hey, go shower, I’ll get everything settled,” Frank told Ellie when they walked into the house, luggage in tow.
“Frankie! Is that you?” Linda called from somewhere upstairs.
“Yeah mom!”
“Hi Linda!” Ellie called up as well.
Linda appeared at the top of the stairs a bright smile on her face.
“Oh, Elliot, it’s good to see you again,” She smiled while walking down the stairs, “Are you two hungry, do want something to munch on?” She kissed Frank and gave him a hug and did the same to Elliot while speaking and moving very fast.
She is probably more Jersey than Donna, Elliot thought, Wait, maybe it's because of the Italian.
“Actually, Elliot was going to go take a shower, we haven’t bathed in three days,” Frank told her mom.
Elliot pointedly scratches her hair that was oily, irritating, and had been in the same ponytail for the past two and a half days.
“Okay, you know where everything is Elliot, right?”
Elliot nodded and dropped her crap on the ground near the stair case and climbed the stairs to Frank’s room to find something to change into after her shower. All of their clothes were dirty and by dirty, they reeked.
Frank watches Elliot climb the stairs, almost trudging up them.
Ten minutes later, he hears the shower start and sighs. He kicks off his shoes in the same place Ellie dropped her stuff. He walks into the kitchen and flops into a seat at the table here his mom placed a vegetarian sandwich and a coke in front of him.
“Thanks mom,” He smiles and begins to chow down.
“FRANK!” Ellie screamed from the shower five minutes later, “FRANKIE!”
Frank nearly chokes on his sandwich, leaps up from the table, and sprints up the stairs into the upstairs bathroom. He barges into the bathroom, nearly breaking the door in the process, and finds Elliot curled in on herself in the corner of the bathtub.
“What the hell?”
Frank shuts off the water of the shower and then looks at Elliot. She looked terrified, but there was nothing out of the ordinary in the shower.
“Ellie?” Frank asks calmly.
She doesn’t respond, she just shivers and whimpers in the corner of the bathtub. Frank grabs the towel Elliot had set out off the counter and then steps into the shower.
“Come on,” Frank murmured as he held out the towel for her to step into, her bareness didn’t faze him, and she was in too much of an emotional demise to probably care, Frank figured.
Ellie stood up warily and walked into the towel’s embrace. It was one of the many fluffy lavender towels that Frank’s mom insisted on replacing almost every year for a new set. They were warm, and when wearing one it felt like you were a newborn being swaddled.
Frank wrapped Ellie like a child and then escorted her out of the tub, out of the bathroom and into his room. Ellie walked into the middle of Frank’s room. Frank’s room was medium sized, around the same size of Elliot’s. There was a window that faced the backyard that leaked winter sun onto Ellie’s silhouette.
“What the hell was that Elliot?” Frank asked after he walked in and closed the door.
Elliot stayed silent for a moment, a thinking expression crossed her face, “I don’t know Frank, something doesn’t feel right,” she decides to admit.
“Why’d you scream in the shower?” Frank blurted out, “What possessed you to scream in the shower like you were being murdered?”
“I—I don’t—,” Elliot wasn’t at a loss for words, she just didn’t want to reveal the reason why she was so scared in the shower, and Frank knew that. She was acting like she had just met Frank for the first time. Secretive and cryptic.
“Here we go again,” Frank pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I can’t explain it Frankie, don’t be mad at me,” Ellie almost begs, “I feel weird and not right, that’s it, I know it’s freaking you out, it’s freaking me out…”
“Maybe you should stay home for this tour…” Frank suggests, “Go home to your mom for a couple of months, take a break.”
“No, absolutely not, I can’t just leave tour, who else is going to keep you guys from killing each other?” Ellie immediately defends.
“That’s why we have Brian and Bob,” Frank says smugly.
“Funny, I’ll be okay, it’s just I’ve been on edge, I’m sure it’ll pass—”
“Ellie, you just screamed in the shower—I don’t think you’re just ‘on edge’,” Frank points out.
“Frank, I said I’ll be okay, fuck whose dick do I have to suck around here for you to believe me?” Elliot snapped finally.
Frank just looked at her. Ellie had been known to say some vulgar things, but never has she said something like that, especially when trying to prove a point.
“Elliot Love, what did you just say?” Frank grins broadly.
“Shut up, Frank Anthony,” she mocks and the grips the top of the towel around her protectively,
“I should get dressed,” she says.
“No, the towel is fine.”
Ellie rolled her eyes and left his room without another word.
An hour later, after the both of them had showered and eaten something, they were watching a movie in Frank’s room. Frank was on the phone with Gerard discussing rehearsal dates while on their break while Ellie was fighting to keep her eyes open.
“Let’s do rehearsal next week, if we go for a week straight before we tour—”
“We’ll burn ourselves out, Frank,” Ellie heard from Frank’s earpiece since she was practically lying on him.
“We’re so past burnt out, Gerard, it’s not even funny anymore,” Frank says dismally, absentmindedly drawing circles on Ellie’s back with his free hand, which made Ellie even drowsier.
“Frank, I’m about to rip that phone out of your hand,” Ellie mumbles somewhat seriously, “You can talk to Gerard tomorrow.”
Frank moves his head down to look at Ellie’s half lidded eyes, “Okay,” he mumbles, “Gerard, can we discuss this tomorrow, I’m beat, so is Elliot, so are you, I can hear it your voice, don’t even try to argue.”
“Frank, your boyfriend is showing,” Gerard laughs.
“I heard that,” Ellie say’s into Frank’s chest.
“Goodnight Gerard.”
“Night Frankie, we’ll discuss tomorrow.”
“Yeah, bye,” Frank ends the call. And before he can say something to Elliot, she was passed out, his chest as her pillow.
March 5th, 2005
Frank’s Childhood Home
New Jersey
7:38 am
They had been in the states for a week at this point, and Ellie was struggling to say the least.
Sleep evaded her every night. She had been sharing Frank’s bed, and she would fall asleep with him but then wake four hours later from a nightmare and wouldn’t be able to fall back to. It had happened ever night since they got back into the states. She hid it well though, she would lie with Frank through the whole night and at around 7:30am, when she heard Frank’s mom getting up, she would too join Linda for coffee.
I don’t know how I’m going to do five more months of touring if I’m only going to get four hours of sleep every night.
At 7: 38am Elliot gently got up from the bed making sure not to wake Frank. He stirred in his sleep but fell motionless when Elliot was at the door and leaving the room.
“Good morning Linda,” Elliot says in a mock groggy voice. She lets out a yawn and rubs her eyes.
“Oh, morning Elliot, coffee?” Her voice still slightly filled with sleep.
“Is that even a question anymore?” Elliot yawned out loudly.
“That Gerard character turned my son into a coffee addict and he turned you too,” Linda sighs shaking her head, yet pouring Elliot a cup nonetheless.
Coffee became just another part of what Elliot liked to call, her new life. Another habit, another perk, or con, something that made her daily life livable. In the last nine days since Venice, Ellie felt different. She didn’t know if she behaved differently, but she felt off.
Graciously, she added creamer and sugar to her coffee and shared silence with Linda.
The resemblance between mother and son was obvious. Frank looked a lot like his mother. He had her eyes which sold that he was in fact her son. The two shared the same mouth shape, thus the same smile, and the same lips, the only resemblance Frank had to his father was the face shape and height (Frank Jr. was actually taller than Frank Sr.) Everything else, down to his eyebrows, he inherited from his mama. It was adorable.
Frank was extremely close to his mom as well, while he shared the same musical interest as his father, he had lived with his mom since the divorce. Frank was a complete mama’s boy, from what Elliot gathered, which was another adorable quality.
-
10:08am
Frank awoke to, yet again, an empty bed. It was cold where Ellie’s silhouette lied, meaning Ellie had left the bed probably hours ago. Frank never felt Ellie leaving the bed. He was a bit of a heavy sleeper.
Frank had started to notice something about Ellie since they got home: she was acting strange, with a whole new demeanor. Almost cautious, as if she was a puppet attached to an unknown source, he could see that her words were chosen and thought out before she actually said them, a nature unknown to Ellie’s abrasive personality, she still held herself like she could kick your ass, but her new words said otherwise. Frank couldn’t figure it out and he didn’t want to ask Ellie about it either in fear he might set her off. He also contemplated just leaving her with her mom for this next tour, it had been months since Elliot had slept in her own bed, and technically she hadn’t slept it in when they visited in December.
The two screaming episodes she had in Europe, and the fit of terror she had in the shower the first day they were home had him thinking too.
What in the hell was going on in that mind of her’s?
-
March 5th, 2005
Seattle, Washington
2:35pm
“Hey boss!”
“What is it this time, Andrew?” The fat ugly man shouted from his desk as the lanky young man walked in with a grin on his face. He had a handful of papers in his hands.
“I found her,” Andrew’s grin grew.
“Who her?” Ugly asked.
“Elliot,” Andrew sneered.
“The little bitch that stole nearly five hundred dollars from me?” Ugly barked, “Where is she?”
“New Jersey, she just got back into the states,” Andrew dumped the pile of papers which were photos onto the desk, “She’s touring with some band My Chemical Romance, some make up wearing faggots if you ask me.”
“I don’t care about this band, what part of Jersey is she in?”
“Belleview,” Andrew answered and dug through the photos, he pulled out a photo of Frank’s Childhood Home, “She’s in this little house with one of the guys in the band.”
“So, the little whore’s been busy,” Ugly growls and sorts through the photo.
There were multiple of Elliot smiling with each member of the band, some of her and Gerard when she was in Frankfurt, when she was in France, some from the Astoria show. There was a photo, a beautiful photo, of her sitting in London before the Astoria show, the wind blowing her blonde hair out of her face as she looked straight ahead. It was raining and grey that day, yet she looked beautiful in the photo.
Ugly took an interest in the photo and stared at it for a moment. He heaved himself out of a chair that squealed in relief as he got up from it, and tacked it to the wall behind him. The wall was covered in photos of past victims he and his group of dealers had exterminated. Her photo was the only without an X over the face.
“What other information do you have on her, Andrew?” Ugly asks quietly staring the wall.
“She’s going to be on tour till early May, then she’s going to be in Australia for three weeks before coming back and doing another tour in June till mid-August, she’s the assistant tour manager apparently according their website,” Andrew reveals, “The Internet is a gold mine.”
“She’s a busy bee,” Ugly says, “Let’s give her false relief, do you know where she’ll be in August?”
“I can look, Boss,” Andrew says and straightens; ready to receive his next order.
“Okay, get back to me with that information and we’ll go from there,” Ugly orders.
“Yes boss,” Andrew nods frantically.
“Nice work, Andrew, I knew I could count on a nerd like you,” Ugly praises, “You’re dismissed.”
“Any idiot with computer could’ve found her, she isn’t exactly hiding,” Andrew points out, “But thank you, boss, I’ll have that new information ASAP.” Andrew says and leaves his office.
Ugly sits back into his chair, the chair squealing when he sat down, he drummed his fingers on the desktop and looks at the pile of pictures again. He picked up one of Elliot and Frank in Venice, someone snuck a photo of her and Frank at the dinner date.
“Looks like little Ellie has a boyfriend,” Ugly mumbles, “Lets hit her where it really hurts.”
Frank’s Childhood Home
Belleview, New Jersey
5:37pm
Elliot was going insane.
“Hey, go shower, I’ll get everything settled,” Frank told Ellie when they walked into the house, luggage in tow.
“Frankie! Is that you?” Linda called from somewhere upstairs.
“Yeah mom!”
“Hi Linda!” Ellie called up as well.
Linda appeared at the top of the stairs a bright smile on her face.
“Oh, Elliot, it’s good to see you again,” She smiled while walking down the stairs, “Are you two hungry, do want something to munch on?” She kissed Frank and gave him a hug and did the same to Elliot while speaking and moving very fast.
She is probably more Jersey than Donna, Elliot thought, Wait, maybe it's because of the Italian.
“Actually, Elliot was going to go take a shower, we haven’t bathed in three days,” Frank told her mom.
Elliot pointedly scratches her hair that was oily, irritating, and had been in the same ponytail for the past two and a half days.
“Okay, you know where everything is Elliot, right?”
Elliot nodded and dropped her crap on the ground near the stair case and climbed the stairs to Frank’s room to find something to change into after her shower. All of their clothes were dirty and by dirty, they reeked.
Frank watches Elliot climb the stairs, almost trudging up them.
Ten minutes later, he hears the shower start and sighs. He kicks off his shoes in the same place Ellie dropped her stuff. He walks into the kitchen and flops into a seat at the table here his mom placed a vegetarian sandwich and a coke in front of him.
“Thanks mom,” He smiles and begins to chow down.
“FRANK!” Ellie screamed from the shower five minutes later, “FRANKIE!”
Frank nearly chokes on his sandwich, leaps up from the table, and sprints up the stairs into the upstairs bathroom. He barges into the bathroom, nearly breaking the door in the process, and finds Elliot curled in on herself in the corner of the bathtub.
“What the hell?”
Frank shuts off the water of the shower and then looks at Elliot. She looked terrified, but there was nothing out of the ordinary in the shower.
“Ellie?” Frank asks calmly.
She doesn’t respond, she just shivers and whimpers in the corner of the bathtub. Frank grabs the towel Elliot had set out off the counter and then steps into the shower.
“Come on,” Frank murmured as he held out the towel for her to step into, her bareness didn’t faze him, and she was in too much of an emotional demise to probably care, Frank figured.
Ellie stood up warily and walked into the towel’s embrace. It was one of the many fluffy lavender towels that Frank’s mom insisted on replacing almost every year for a new set. They were warm, and when wearing one it felt like you were a newborn being swaddled.
Frank wrapped Ellie like a child and then escorted her out of the tub, out of the bathroom and into his room. Ellie walked into the middle of Frank’s room. Frank’s room was medium sized, around the same size of Elliot’s. There was a window that faced the backyard that leaked winter sun onto Ellie’s silhouette.
“What the hell was that Elliot?” Frank asked after he walked in and closed the door.
Elliot stayed silent for a moment, a thinking expression crossed her face, “I don’t know Frank, something doesn’t feel right,” she decides to admit.
“Why’d you scream in the shower?” Frank blurted out, “What possessed you to scream in the shower like you were being murdered?”
“I—I don’t—,” Elliot wasn’t at a loss for words, she just didn’t want to reveal the reason why she was so scared in the shower, and Frank knew that. She was acting like she had just met Frank for the first time. Secretive and cryptic.
“Here we go again,” Frank pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I can’t explain it Frankie, don’t be mad at me,” Ellie almost begs, “I feel weird and not right, that’s it, I know it’s freaking you out, it’s freaking me out…”
“Maybe you should stay home for this tour…” Frank suggests, “Go home to your mom for a couple of months, take a break.”
“No, absolutely not, I can’t just leave tour, who else is going to keep you guys from killing each other?” Ellie immediately defends.
“That’s why we have Brian and Bob,” Frank says smugly.
“Funny, I’ll be okay, it’s just I’ve been on edge, I’m sure it’ll pass—”
“Ellie, you just screamed in the shower—I don’t think you’re just ‘on edge’,” Frank points out.
“Frank, I said I’ll be okay, fuck whose dick do I have to suck around here for you to believe me?” Elliot snapped finally.
Frank just looked at her. Ellie had been known to say some vulgar things, but never has she said something like that, especially when trying to prove a point.
“Elliot Love, what did you just say?” Frank grins broadly.
“Shut up, Frank Anthony,” she mocks and the grips the top of the towel around her protectively,
“I should get dressed,” she says.
“No, the towel is fine.”
Ellie rolled her eyes and left his room without another word.
An hour later, after the both of them had showered and eaten something, they were watching a movie in Frank’s room. Frank was on the phone with Gerard discussing rehearsal dates while on their break while Ellie was fighting to keep her eyes open.
“Let’s do rehearsal next week, if we go for a week straight before we tour—”
“We’ll burn ourselves out, Frank,” Ellie heard from Frank’s earpiece since she was practically lying on him.
“We’re so past burnt out, Gerard, it’s not even funny anymore,” Frank says dismally, absentmindedly drawing circles on Ellie’s back with his free hand, which made Ellie even drowsier.
“Frank, I’m about to rip that phone out of your hand,” Ellie mumbles somewhat seriously, “You can talk to Gerard tomorrow.”
Frank moves his head down to look at Ellie’s half lidded eyes, “Okay,” he mumbles, “Gerard, can we discuss this tomorrow, I’m beat, so is Elliot, so are you, I can hear it your voice, don’t even try to argue.”
“Frank, your boyfriend is showing,” Gerard laughs.
“I heard that,” Ellie say’s into Frank’s chest.
“Goodnight Gerard.”
“Night Frankie, we’ll discuss tomorrow.”
“Yeah, bye,” Frank ends the call. And before he can say something to Elliot, she was passed out, his chest as her pillow.
March 5th, 2005
Frank’s Childhood Home
New Jersey
7:38 am
They had been in the states for a week at this point, and Ellie was struggling to say the least.
Sleep evaded her every night. She had been sharing Frank’s bed, and she would fall asleep with him but then wake four hours later from a nightmare and wouldn’t be able to fall back to. It had happened ever night since they got back into the states. She hid it well though, she would lie with Frank through the whole night and at around 7:30am, when she heard Frank’s mom getting up, she would too join Linda for coffee.
I don’t know how I’m going to do five more months of touring if I’m only going to get four hours of sleep every night.
At 7: 38am Elliot gently got up from the bed making sure not to wake Frank. He stirred in his sleep but fell motionless when Elliot was at the door and leaving the room.
“Good morning Linda,” Elliot says in a mock groggy voice. She lets out a yawn and rubs her eyes.
“Oh, morning Elliot, coffee?” Her voice still slightly filled with sleep.
“Is that even a question anymore?” Elliot yawned out loudly.
“That Gerard character turned my son into a coffee addict and he turned you too,” Linda sighs shaking her head, yet pouring Elliot a cup nonetheless.
Coffee became just another part of what Elliot liked to call, her new life. Another habit, another perk, or con, something that made her daily life livable. In the last nine days since Venice, Ellie felt different. She didn’t know if she behaved differently, but she felt off.
Graciously, she added creamer and sugar to her coffee and shared silence with Linda.
The resemblance between mother and son was obvious. Frank looked a lot like his mother. He had her eyes which sold that he was in fact her son. The two shared the same mouth shape, thus the same smile, and the same lips, the only resemblance Frank had to his father was the face shape and height (Frank Jr. was actually taller than Frank Sr.) Everything else, down to his eyebrows, he inherited from his mama. It was adorable.
Frank was extremely close to his mom as well, while he shared the same musical interest as his father, he had lived with his mom since the divorce. Frank was a complete mama’s boy, from what Elliot gathered, which was another adorable quality.
-
10:08am
Frank awoke to, yet again, an empty bed. It was cold where Ellie’s silhouette lied, meaning Ellie had left the bed probably hours ago. Frank never felt Ellie leaving the bed. He was a bit of a heavy sleeper.
Frank had started to notice something about Ellie since they got home: she was acting strange, with a whole new demeanor. Almost cautious, as if she was a puppet attached to an unknown source, he could see that her words were chosen and thought out before she actually said them, a nature unknown to Ellie’s abrasive personality, she still held herself like she could kick your ass, but her new words said otherwise. Frank couldn’t figure it out and he didn’t want to ask Ellie about it either in fear he might set her off. He also contemplated just leaving her with her mom for this next tour, it had been months since Elliot had slept in her own bed, and technically she hadn’t slept it in when they visited in December.
The two screaming episodes she had in Europe, and the fit of terror she had in the shower the first day they were home had him thinking too.
What in the hell was going on in that mind of her’s?
-
March 5th, 2005
Seattle, Washington
2:35pm
“Hey boss!”
“What is it this time, Andrew?” The fat ugly man shouted from his desk as the lanky young man walked in with a grin on his face. He had a handful of papers in his hands.
“I found her,” Andrew’s grin grew.
“Who her?” Ugly asked.
“Elliot,” Andrew sneered.
“The little bitch that stole nearly five hundred dollars from me?” Ugly barked, “Where is she?”
“New Jersey, she just got back into the states,” Andrew dumped the pile of papers which were photos onto the desk, “She’s touring with some band My Chemical Romance, some make up wearing faggots if you ask me.”
“I don’t care about this band, what part of Jersey is she in?”
“Belleview,” Andrew answered and dug through the photos, he pulled out a photo of Frank’s Childhood Home, “She’s in this little house with one of the guys in the band.”
“So, the little whore’s been busy,” Ugly growls and sorts through the photo.
There were multiple of Elliot smiling with each member of the band, some of her and Gerard when she was in Frankfurt, when she was in France, some from the Astoria show. There was a photo, a beautiful photo, of her sitting in London before the Astoria show, the wind blowing her blonde hair out of her face as she looked straight ahead. It was raining and grey that day, yet she looked beautiful in the photo.
Ugly took an interest in the photo and stared at it for a moment. He heaved himself out of a chair that squealed in relief as he got up from it, and tacked it to the wall behind him. The wall was covered in photos of past victims he and his group of dealers had exterminated. Her photo was the only without an X over the face.
“What other information do you have on her, Andrew?” Ugly asks quietly staring the wall.
“She’s going to be on tour till early May, then she’s going to be in Australia for three weeks before coming back and doing another tour in June till mid-August, she’s the assistant tour manager apparently according their website,” Andrew reveals, “The Internet is a gold mine.”
“She’s a busy bee,” Ugly says, “Let’s give her false relief, do you know where she’ll be in August?”
“I can look, Boss,” Andrew says and straightens; ready to receive his next order.
“Okay, get back to me with that information and we’ll go from there,” Ugly orders.
“Yes boss,” Andrew nods frantically.
“Nice work, Andrew, I knew I could count on a nerd like you,” Ugly praises, “You’re dismissed.”
“Any idiot with computer could’ve found her, she isn’t exactly hiding,” Andrew points out, “But thank you, boss, I’ll have that new information ASAP.” Andrew says and leaves his office.
Ugly sits back into his chair, the chair squealing when he sat down, he drummed his fingers on the desktop and looks at the pile of pictures again. He picked up one of Elliot and Frank in Venice, someone snuck a photo of her and Frank at the dinner date.
“Looks like little Ellie has a boyfriend,” Ugly mumbles, “Lets hit her where it really hurts.”
Notes
Holy poop! I suck. I know.
I just finished my first semester of college like two hours ago (insert that noise of children cheering from the danisnotonfire videos) so that means... I am now on WINTER BREAK. For a month, I don't know what I'm going to do with this time (sleep. that's probably it [and write]{but mostly sleep}])
So lots of free time to just write and plan, I have the last chapter finished somewhat, The Last Chapter (that's what I'm calling it) is going to be like a million words. So it's going to compensate that these chapters are getting shorter and shorter. (Sorry.)
Now I'm planning for a 25 chaptered story with a 26th as an epilogue (which also sorta in the works) so I might be finished--if I can actually sit my ass down and write and not just spend thirteen hours a day on Tumblr-- by March-April-Mayish SOMETIME IN THE SPRING HOPEFULLY.
WHO IS SENDING ME ANON MESSAGES ON TUMBLR? Come off and I'll answer privately so I can follow you! You little cuties.
(btw changed my url a-kid-from-yesterday is what i am now, yay)
Okay, I think I'm done telling you about my life you don't care about. (maybe i should just start vlogging... nope horrible idea...)
Bye darlings! You'll see a new chapter soon!
xo Taylor. <3
@Jackie
Thank you Jackie, that really means a lot to me <3
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