After the Confession
After the confession, everything changed. It was like someone had pulled a cover over my life that completely changed it and that was just the beginning of it. At the start, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t think of things the same way I did before the confession. Now I just think I was psychic.
The confession didn’t change me like I thought at the time. No, the confession changed everyone else: and that included Jessie. You probably already know about this, after all, it must be making all the news headlines back down on Earth, but I’d like to tell it from my point of view.
One day, when I got back from a wedding, there was no one in the Dome. I looked outside and I saw that the Dome was travelling along a road. Suddenly people burst in.
I was frightened: I was terrified. The people were wearing black masks and black clothes. They had disguised themselves very well, so I couldn’t see who it was at the time. I was bundled up, trussed like a turkey and then left in the car, tied up and gagged and blindfolded. I screamed, but no one could hear.
Later, I was put into a cell. I banged on the cell wall, screaming, demanding to know where Jessie was. She was the first thing on my mind back then, but now… well, I guess she still is, but for a different reason. Suddenly a voice came out of the loudspeakers. I had no idea that there were loudspeakers before that voice came, in fact, I really thought there were none, but I guess then it changed, probably because noise came out of the loudspeakers, but that’s irrelevant. Let’s get back to the story, I’m just trying to distract myself: procrastinate. This was probably the worst moment in my life. The voice said, “So you want to know where your sister is? Look around, you’ll soon see her.” And with that, the cell door opened. She stepped in, wearing black clothes and a black mask.
“Well, well, so here’s my little sister,” she said. I was shocked: she couldn’t have kidnapped me, it couldn’t have been her, I knew it: or did I?
“Oh, no, little sissy’s scared. Are you okay, little sissy?” She laughed manically. “After you ruined ‘My Moon Wedding’, the ratings dropped. Millions of dollars were lost. And for what? Just a little girl. So you were brainwashed. You were made to think that you had a twin sister, who auditioned for the part with you when really it was just you, yourself and yours truly. I am an actress. I am not your sister. In fact, I hate you. You are an annoying little creep and I wish you were never born.”
“And my parents?” I asked in a tiny voice.
“Actors, both of them. You do have real parents, of course, but they are not who you think they are. Which brings us to my next point. Why do you think you were kidnapped?” She paused and then continued without waiting for an answer. “Your parents are rich. Billionaire rich. And their giant ransom will bring their daughter back from the moon, which is where you are about to go. Finally, your dream will come true. You’ll love it, with no food or water up there.”
I gulped. I’d be dead in a very short amount of time… and I couldn’t remember my real parents. Did they care enough about me to pay billions of dollars in a ransom, just to get me back?
I sure hoped so.