Everytime, this happens Every Single Time. Everytime they take her side. Everytime I turn out to be the bad guy. They've turned me into the villain in the story book they never knew exsisted in the first place. I've been working so hard while she relaxes on her fucking ass, doing absolutely nothing to please anyone. She doesn't even care! And yet I am the one with the horrible grades, even though I study for every test. I become the culprit for her crimes. It is so obvious that they favour her, it kills me to say it, but I know it's true. I will have nothing the way she has it. I will not be as loved as she is, and I won't be as successful as her. I won't be as pretty as her fragile, glass face, and I won't be as mean spirited as she is. It's not fair.

"Apologize to her."
I refuse. I refuse. I won't do it this time. I won't fall fool to their favoritism.
"Emma, Elizabeth, Layce. Look at me."
I hated when my mom used my full name. That's when I knew I was in deep shit. There was no turning back from trying to improve our relationship after tonight if I didn't obey.

But I couldn't obey. I couldn't let her win again. I had to stand my ground. I had to show her that what she was doing wasn't right. I was on the brink of tears, watching aimlessly at my poor family. What has she done? She became the demon herself and possessed my little sister. I wanted to have faith in her, but it was too late.

"EMMA ELIZABETH LAYCE."
I was starting to get sick of the tone my mother was using. What did she know about my efforts? What did she even CARE about them? She couldn't give two shits If I was laying on the sidewalk, blood gushing immensely out of the wound that my sister created, she would defend my sister till the ends of the earth. It KILLED me everytime she did that. The wounds on my chest, arms, and torso proved everything.

Dad was no better. He watched silently while mom shouted. He truly couldn't care less, yet I felt I was wrong. Though he still loses to that witch's persuasions, he still helped me. Once. Only once, but that was enough.

"Mom. . . Can we go home, now?"
That little demon. She's acting so innocent now standing so pleasantly, hiding the knife behind her back.
"Not until your SISTER Apologizes for what she has done to you."
"Heh. . If you think it's so easy, then why don't you try."
"What did you just say?"
At this point, I was fucking done with her bullshit. This needed to come to an end. Where ever direction this fight went tonight, I was ready for it. Even if it meant I'd be six feet under tomorrow.

"You heard me." I responded, ever so knowingly. Tonight was the night she was going to feel MY wrath. They were going to find out tonight how I've been feeling for the past 15 years, back when I was only three and she was a newborn. The way it was obvious they despised me and loved her.
My dad jumped in, holding back my mother, telling her not to waste her breath. I chuckled at that. No, let her waste her breath. She needs to hear mine.

"You know. . Mom, Dad, I don't think you get it. Truly." I begun, ready to take the step through a new territory I've never experienced before. Tonight I was going to find out the consequences, but tonight was my night to show them my pain. I was going to show them the truth about their daughters.
"I have worked, day and night, night and day and over weekends. I have studied, I have been trying my best since day one and I see that not even my best is good enough for you."
I shushed mom before continuing.
"Your daughter isn't who you think she is. You have seen that first hand, and yet you let me take the punch. YOU WATCH ME GET STABBED AND WALK AWAY. Do you KNOW how HARD that is for me to see? My own PARENTS leaving me to die to the hands to my little sister? It's TORTURE."
"It's not our fault she doesn't disappoint us like you do." My mom desperately defends herself. It made me sick.
"Don't you see that I'm trying? Don't you see the stress, and the desperate nights that left me tired and yet I got back up. I may not be as smart as she is, or pretty, but I should deserve the same amount of respect as her. I should be worthy of your love no matter my IQ."

My mom sighed, not convinced a single bit. She's always been this way, stubborn. It didn't matter. I made my mark. They'll reminisce aboht those words for days to come. I stood up, Grabbing my bloody wound, and ran out of the alleyway. I was done.

I could hear someone chasing after me, but I honestly didn't care who it was. Yet, I still turned my head to see my dad chasing me. Was he angry? No, he didn't look angry. . .
More concerned than anything.

I stopped, not even bothering to turn around.
"Yes?" I held my breath, waiting for the response that could change my life forever.

— Another Dialogue prompt is here! If you're wondering how I do these I take a spinning wheel of dialogue prompts and whatever it lands on I must incorporate in my writing piece. Honestly, this is a good way to practice dofferent types of writing types and also keep my streak up on Writco. The prompt today was "Don't you see I'm trying?" If you wanna follow along :)

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