Famous in the Wronged

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I stared at the front door as my mom unlocked it. All our stuff was on the front poach waiting to be let inside. I went to the end of the driveway and checked the mail to see a few things but only one stuck out. It was a package with your name written on it in fancy writing. It was sealed with a fancy wax seal that left an imprint of a star with the letters W.H.A in a banner going across the star. "Y/n hurry inside!" I followed my mom's instructions and rushed into the house holding my arm close to my chest.

"Go clean up I'll help you rewrap your arm after." I nodded placing the mail on the counter. I went up the stairs opening the door to my room to grab new clothes. My room looked no different, besides the messy floor now being cleaned and my bed being made. Your parents wasted no expense spoiling you with anime merch and some colorful décor you often saw on the internet. With your mom being the head of a popular company and making 400k every month and your father turning in 48k every month from his military pay you and your parents lived a comfortable life. My heater was on making my room feel warm as I walked in. My LED lights were set to a soft, dim, blue. I grabbing a pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, a sports bra and underwear. I placed it on the counter in the bathroom pulling a towel out of the cabinet.

Taking off my shirt I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked at myself in disgust as I looked my body up and down landing on the wrap over my arm. I carefully unwrapped my arm, like hell I was ready to see what happened to me. As I unraveled it it started to undo itself until it laid on the ground, puss and dried blood covered the inside. I couldn't take my eyes of the burn on my arm. Even if it healed it would leave a scar. It was red and swollen, the more I looked at it the more it started to hurt. "I'm going to be sick." I fell in front of the toilet, only vomiting my recent meal of oatmeal and water. I felt stomach acid burning my throat as I continued to vomit. I cried as I sat on the ground the burnt arm by my side.

I continued to vomit and cry only stopping when I heard my mom scream my name. I hiccupped as a response. She grabbed me avoiding the burn not caring if any of my vomit got on her clothes. "I'm so sorry pumpkin!" I couldn't stop myself. I was mad but it's not like I wanted anyone dead. "I should've been there for you. I'm so sorry." Now she was crying and all I could do was cry with her. After what felt like hours she helped clean up my mess kissing me on my forehead.

"Are you sure you don't want my help?" she asked holding the door knob. "Yeah." Turning on the water so it was a luke warm and not to hot I did my best to clean myself. I hissed as I dabbed the burn. I ended up sitting in the shower to try and wash my hair better. I gave up after maybe 40 minutes turning the water off and drying myself off. Putting on my underwear, I struggled to put on my sports bra on but eventually got there, and finally put on my sweat pants. I tossed the towel in the laundry bin and grabbed my shirt going down the stairs. You could smell the vegetables she was letting simmer as she boiled noodles. "Stir fry?" "Yup! You ready to change your wrapping?" She asked turning to face me awkwardly standing in front of the stairs. Nodding I smiled and sat on a nearby chair where we usually ate.