Delia Monologue

Ever since we were young, she had to have everything. Absolutely everything. Delia had always been known to be the one who loved to laugh. I was known as being stern and still, but that’s solely due to all the pain Delia has caused me in the past and everything she has taken from me. Flirtatious laughter fills the house as Delia basks in all the attention from the interested men. Her voice irks me to no end, and her personality is so disgusting to me and above all, it enrages me. Her words pierce my ears like a pair of car headlights, slicing through the darkness that is my soul. Hot tears are beginning to well up in my eyes, falling down my cheeks, the same way I fell for Nathan Singleton. I suddenly hear Nathan’s voice behind me. I quickly wiped my tears

This is something I have been forced to get used to. Years and years, I have had to put up with her rude, hurtful, embarrassing remarks, only to have her apologize each time and me responding untruthfully with “It’s okay.” It’s never okay. Since when was it “okay” to put your older sister down and belittle them? Since when was it okay to put me through all this pain and suffering? Why? Why me? I have been nothing but kind to her and I’ve always helped her when she needed it, but has she ever done the same to me? Now that I think about, the only thing she has ever done was the absolute polar opposite to me. Fast forward to November. Nathan and I got engaged and we had an engagement party. When Nathan went and told Delia, she didn’t have much to say at all, but Dobson bought Delia a pony. I will never forget our engagement party. The anger. I was sitting at the pump organ playing a beautiful piece. Suddenly, someone had to make a grand entrance. Delia. She comes in with this beautiful pony, completely ruining my moment. That day was my day. Not hers, but mine. Everyone ran to her when she got off her dumb pony, only beginning her show. I was left at the pump organ, with