Long Simspiration is Long
Hi, everyone!
For the first time I'm writing a Simspiration here in my journal, cause it's long. Many thanks/hugs/cookies to Ayesha, who suggested both Mimi and Dolores for Characters prompts on
sim_spiration. It makes me feel special.
So! Without further ado, my response for Simspiration Thursday 9/17/09, Dolores Granger!
Dolores sighed.
Life at home was more like life in a warzone. No one was getting along. And it was all Daisy's fault. Daisy. Her older sister. The heiress. A murderer, of their own siblings. Only Dolores and her twin Druella has escaped the bloodbath, and only because of Dolores's fast thinking. And while it pained Dolores, who always abided strictly by the rules, to cover up her sister's secret, to lie to their elderly parents and to everyone about what had happened to the six brothers and one sister Dolores would never see again, she had kept the secret. She had expected an understanding to come between herself and Daisy, but the latter seemed bent to ruin Dolores's life.
Back in college Daisy, a worst-of-the-worst Romance Sim, had stolen Dolores's boyfriend. Dolores found a rule that said Daisy wasn't allowed to be heiress, but had relented and agreed to just split the heirship with her sister. Even then Daisy seemed incapable of gratitute. She acted so entitled, so spoilt, and she had kept trying to wreck Dolores's happiness. They both had been married with young daughters when Daisy became pregnant again, claiming the child was fathered by Dolores's husband.
And Dolores had believed her. Why? Even now she couldn't answer herself that question. Why believe someone proven time and again to be a liar? Jealousy, for one. It had happened before. Daisy had proved she could get anyone she wanted. So Dolores had been duped; the baby was born and it was obvious her true father had had very distinct features. Features Dolores's newly ex-husband didn't have. But Daisy wasn't sorry, she was never sorry.
Dolores suspected Daisy had been more upset by their father's death than she had let on. But why did Daisy have to take everything out on other people? She had said she'd always felt overshadowed, lost in so many siblings, and so she killed seven of them to make up for it. How could she sleep at night?
Dolores closed her eyes wearily. Easily, she answered herself. Daisy had everything she wanted, she was heiress, she had attention, all she ever wanted. She slept easy. Dolores was the one tossing and turning every night, putting all her energies into making sure her daughter Elladora would become heiress. Daisy's daughters could never be heiress; what if they were like her?
Dolores's mind drifted to memory. It was a thousand years ago and she was a child. Daisy, older by so many years, was visiting from college. Dolores had looked up to her sister, her only older sister. And on that one day Daisy ever visited, Dolores had wanted to be with her the whole day. She'd said hello and Daisy had thrown her the dirtest look you could imagine. Did she hate Dolores even then? And the two youngest, had she hated them even as babies?
What was wrong with her?
Dolores hated fighting with her sister. She just wanted Daisy to turn over a new leaf, and to start by being sorry for all the awful things she did. But remorse seemed beyond her. Dolores hid her unbridled niceness, not wanting to show any softness to Daisy, not to let her think she could get away with even more. Daisy had taken Dolores's family, her husband, and she lived in constant fear that Elladora was next. That was why she told Elladora she could never trust her aunt Daisy, or her cousins Emmeline and Eileen, ever, just out of pure fear she had forced her daughter to defy her full nice points and be awful to her own family. Elladora had her father's eyes; every time Dolores looked in them she was reminded of what once was, of what Daisy had wrecked, and vowed that she wouldn't allow Daisy to destroy anything else. But at times she was afraid she'd gone too far; the loathing between Emmeline and Elladora was like an electric charge in the air, and their fights had recently turned physical.
Dolores was waiting for that day when Daisy became capable of being sorry. Dolores had made her peace with Daisy long ago; she was just biding her time to accept her sister's apology. And if it turned out Daisy was only lying and biding her time until Dolores was gone, well, she had Elladora to protect that family. She hoped it would never come to that.
And she swore she'd never speak of the murders at La Fiesta Tech ever again. It was enough to live through it once.
Quote of the Day: "'Cause you're bigger than them...you're smarter than them...you're faster than them...and god dammit, you're much better looking than them!"
~June