The Deadly Cake: My Family Killed Me, Now They’ll Pay

In eighteen years, this was the first time my mother had ever celebrated my birthday.

To prove that I didn’t look down on the cake my sister made, I ate it.

Even though it was covered in peanut butter, which I was deadly allergic to.

Suffocation hit me instantly. I clutched my throat, collapsing to the floor in agony, but my mother didn’t even spare me a glance.

"What are you acting for? Chloe was nice enough to bake this for you. Who are you trying to get sympathy from?"

She grabbed Chloe's hand, her face filled with disgust.