They Faked Death to Punish Me, But Cried When I Truly Died

Summary

On my birthday, my parents gave the princess dress meant for me to my adopted sister.

When I cried and threw a tantrum, begging for another, my parents got into a car crash.

My brother, Liam, broke down and slapped me across the face. "You're a curse! Your selfishness killed them!"

He immediately shipped me off to a disciplinary boot camp to "fix my attitude."

Eight years later, on New Year's Eve, I was working as a clown at an amusement park to make ends meet.

And there I saw him. My brother. And with him, my parents, who were supposed to have been dead for a decade.