The last script

"That explains your accent! Oh my god you used to live there? My dream is to make it in the limelight! You must of been very rich and famous to live there!"

In truth I wasn't. Wasn't rich or famous...well used to be...the baker family was famous for acting, my ancestry lead to the profession. It used to be my life. My soul. Then there was that accident. I closed my eyes willing myself not to cry in front of Luna. It was hard.

"I used to be involved in acting."

"What made you stop? Why move here when you had all that fame...money!" She exclaimed.

A tear fell down my features and her eyes followed it, her happy expression slowly melted into one of sadness. Guilt.

"My parents died. I live here with my Uncle Jamie and Aunt Alice."

"I'm so sorry....you know what just to cheer you up do you want to go the diner tonight? My treat!" She smiled kindly making my insides melt, and my legs like jelly.

"Sure."

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I adjusted my hair feeling stupid that it was combed back in such a nerdy fashion, I ruffled my hair giving myself the bedhead look. I changed into something more trendy. Diesel white washed denim jeans, a black converse jacket pulled over a plain black t-shirt with a yellow smiley imprinted on the front of it, I wore black tough trainers and gladiators. I sprayed on lynx througholy making myself choke and splutter. I looked into the mirror gave myself a wink and walked out of the room.

Uncle Jamie was seated on the couch when I entered the living room, stubble covered most of his jaw line. He wore dungarees and tough clad army boots with a straw hat on his head, a typical farmer. Uncle Jamie was always a quiet fellow, good natured and had a big heart, he loved tending to animals and making his own living, he loved the enviroment and therefore was enviromentally friendly. He was sipping a can of beer slouched comfortably with Aunt Alice sat on her armchair watching something on the television. Aunt Alice was 15 years younger than my Uncle. 33. She had honey locks that tumbled down to her lower back, her cotton white dress clung to her figure contrasting against her hazel eyes. She was sat down knitting as I came in, she looked up and looked surprised I was actually going out for a change. Usually I was confinded to my bedroom, doodling in my sketchbook or reading shakespeare's works. I remember acting a scene from Hamlet, such power in movement and words entranced me. My favourite story was of Romeo and Juilet. I liked the raw emotions of love, loss...both of those I had now felt.

"Jake where yah going boy?" Asked Uncle Jamie glancing up from the television set.

"Going the diner in town with a..a...friend" I brushed my hair out of my eyes nervously.

He chuckled.

"Your going to meet a young lassie aint' yah Jakey?" He questioned laughter in his eyes.

Auntie Alice looked up from her knitting and beamed at me.

"Our lil' nephew growing up!, she laughed and chucked down her knitting tools to embrace me, by golly you is a handsome chap!, she drew back and looked at me sheepishly, now go get er'"

"She's only a friend, I rubbed my arm, only a friend..."

Uncle Jamie winked at me.

"Sure. Whatever you say. Just be in at half nine."

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My uncle's house was positioned on top of a huge acre of meadow, in the middle of nowhere really. Animals grazed behind crookied white fences, their eyes following me lazily in the night. The sun was setting in the distance as I approached the bus stop. i had to walk at least a mile to reach it as Uncle Jamie were weary from a day's hard work and Auntie Alice hated industrial things, a past I presume hidden. A worn dusty track lay in front of me, i remembered earlier when the school bus had dropped me off I fell accidently onto the track after tripping over a step. It was embarrsing. And plus to make it worse she was looking.

I sat upon a wooden bench and took out an old copy of a script I had made. The script told the story of that night. The night my parent's died. I had worked on it....we all had and when it came to us performing it everything went terribly wrong. I looked upon the sunset with hunger in my heart, hunger to see those two faces once again. I looked upon the pages tears filling my eyes as I read my parent's lines and my own. I couldn't read the ending. I never will. Never say the words.

I looked up to the sound of tyres upon gravel, the bus was here lumbering across the dusty gravelled terrain. The driver tilted his cap at my presence.

"Dayrider please" I asked politely

"That'll be three quid please young sir."

He passed arcross the ticket and I grabbed it and took a seat. There wasn't many people at this time of day, just the usual elderly lady clutching an umbrella in the corner, a couple snogging and a young lady sat with her head hung...chocolate locks falling to the...

"Luna?!"

Luna looked up to me tears rolling down her features. She had one black eye and a graze on her cheekbone, she looked surprised.

"Jake?!"