Enid watched as a figure creeped his way into the room. Bang, a gunshot. Her mother made a startled noise as he shot Enid’s father. She wanted to look away but she couldn’t help but be unable to mesmerized on the blood dripping down her father’s face. Another gunshot. Like a ragdoll Enid’s mother fell, like a ragdoll. The man looked around, probably for Enid, she waited in fear her heart pounding in her chest. He left eventually, but it took hours for little Enid to leave, silent as a mouse. It was eerily silent, as Enid made her way to the phone. She remember one thing her mother had told her if you're ever in danger, call this number. Enid dialed it slowly. She pressed 9-1-1. A woman’s voice filled Enid’s ear. “911 what’s your emergency?” Enid took a deep breath like her therapist had said and opened her mouth.
“Cut.” Director Jim Ross’ voice was stern. Enid, known in the real world as Lucille Isla Roberts, stopped what she was doing immediately, and turned around. Lucy could already feel her mother’s heated gaze on her, and she went through this run through. What had she done wrong? Why was it a cut? Director Ross turned to her “You did great Lucille, its a lighting issue.” That was good, or not good but better than it being her mistake. Lucy’s mother’s gaze soften, it was still harsh, but it felt less like knifes in Lucy’s skin. “Let’s get makeup touched up and get back on the scene.” The makeup artists were quick with it, they always were, so fast that Lucy didn’t even know their names. Lucy stepped onto the set and “Action.”
Enid watched as a figure creeped his way into the room. Bang, a gunshot. Her mother made a startled noise as he shot Enid’s father. She wanted to look away but she couldn’t help but be unable to mesmerized on the blood dripping down her father’s face. Another gunshot. Like a ragdoll Enid’s mother fell, like a ragdoll. The man looked around, probably for Enid, she waited in fear her heart pounding in her chest. He left eventually, but it took hours for little Enid to leave, silent as a mouse. It was eerily silent, as Enid made her way to the phone. She remember one thing her mother had told her if you're ever in danger, call this number. Enid dialed it slowly. She pressed 9-1-1. A woman’s voice filled Enid’s ear. “911 what’s your emergency?” Enid took a deep breath like her therapist had said. “H-help, I think my parents have been shot?” Enid’s tone came out more questioning than she had expected, her voice trembling. The lady on the phone continued to ask questions, Enid couldn’t remember what the lady asked nor what she answered. In a flash Enid was in an ambulance as detectives rushed into the scene. If Enid knew that was the last time she would see her parents, dead or alive, she would’ve fought harder to see them. “End scene!”
Lots of “great jobs” and “nice works” were exchanged while Lucy got her makeup removed and hair undone. It would be redone in a few hours for a talkshow, but for now it was done, looking in the mirror Lucy almost felt like a normal kid. She wasn’t and felt she never would be, but it felt good to look normal for once. Lucille was a famous child actor, the most famous in the world. She worked in dozens of sensation and now she was working on a new crime show, as a young girl whose parents were killed and who worked with the main detective to try and solve the case. The twist was that at the end spoiler alert the case didn’t end up solved and the girl was left with no justice, it was meant to grow the main detective and give a fresh layer to show. What Lucille didn’t realize at the time was that this would be the last show she would act in for a long time.