Sad Short Stories That Will Make You Cry

Birthday Cake

When Isabella Riddle was a little girl, she had a tree house in her backyard. Up until she was about eight years old, she'd play various games like magic castle and dragons with her dad, All Might.

On Isabella's ninth birthday, All Might drove to the store to pick up her cake. Even though the rain was pouring down, it didn't take him off his pursuit. But the weather was violent. His car slid off the road and when he swerved to avoid what he thought was a child, but it was only an umbrella.

Meanwhile Isabella's papa, Dionysus, was watching her. They were watching tv, while they waited for him. But he would never come home. Dionysus called him hundreds of times before the news came on an hour later.

All Might had been killed on his way back, with Isabella's cake splattered over the windows. She never forgot the image the news cast showed.

As she grew up, her papa couldn't handle the grief, he became a drinker, passing out several times a day only to pass out again. Isabella had to fend for herself. She cooked, cleaned, washed, shopped, and went to school, all by herself at the age of 10. Her papa was too broken to do anything.

While it being hard, it was okay. Not like the afterwards. Dionysus began getting angry. His husband would never have died if he didn't go to get Isabella's cake. At first, he'd simply complain about the house not being clean enough, or him getting the wrong lettuce. Then it turned to name calling, saying she was stupid when she got a bad grade, or ugly when she talked about girls she liked. Soon enough it turned into full blown beatings.

When Isabella would sit down and watch tv, Dionysus would sit next to her. On Isabella's leg. He would call her a chump if she cried, which she always did. Then he'd slap her in the face. Dionysus began sexually raping Isabella. Tying him to the bed for the weekend, beating him on the weekdays. He made her cook her food while she got nothing, nearly beating her to death when she tried to get a crumb early.

Life became a living nightmare. Dionysus did not only raped Isabella, he slept with various bar women, resulting in him catching herpes. Dionysus knew that herpes was a horrible and incurable disease, so he gave it to Isabella in spite.

When Isabella went to school, the kids teased her, and she eventually dropped out. She never got to graduate. Not having a release form the pain, she turned to suicide, but failed because she was incapable of doing it. Dionysus, who was more mature handled the herpes somewhat fine, but Isabella couldn't.

At 15, she was hospitalized. Her immune system was particularly against the virus. Her system shut down. She was given less than a week to live. Her papa never came, and she had no friends. On her last day of living, she could feel her heart ready to stop, though she fought to live, despite her troubles. Her doctor had short brown hair, like her dad, so it gave her comfort as she checked on her. He claimed that he didn't feel she should die.

In her final moments, she looked down at her in the bed.

"Happy birthday." He said to her.

"It's not my birthday." She struggled to say.

"It was six years ago." He smiled.

Through her nearly shut eyes the once young face of the boy resembled her dad completely.

"I'll see you soon." He said as he kissed her forehead while she dozed off to sleep. Forever.