Doll Disaster: My Roommate’s Meltdown Over a Magical Mishap
My It–Girl roommate activated some kind of health system. She was the one sleeping around, but *I* was the one getting sick.
One night, she went wild with a guy, and the next morning, I ended up in the emergency room.
After I was discharged, I was branded as the campus slut. My Ins feed was flooded with hateful comments, and the campus SnapChat group was full of vile accusations. Even the elderly security guard came to my dorm building, asking how much I charged for a night.
My boyfriend broke up with me, then immediately turned around and confessed to my roommate:
“Look how pure and innocent Chloe is, she blushes just when I hold her hand! You’re a used–up slut, worn out by too many men you’ll die of some nasty disease!”
I tried to tell the doctor my suspicions, but I was labeled a crazy person and referred to psychiatric evaluation.
In the end, Chloe slept with three exchange students from overseas, and I died from AIDS.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Chloe started her whole ‘innocent darling‘ act, tying her hair in cute pigtails and charming everyone.
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Chloe stared at herself in the mirror, asking us if she should get plastic surgery.
She mumbled about wanting to get eye surgery and a nose job.
My other roommates gushed, “Babe, you’re already perfect!”
She basked in the compliments, feigning distress.
“Really? But I just feel like my eyes aren’t big enough.”
“Then again, eyes that are too big aren’t pretty either, like Riley’s–too big, like some startled cow’s eyes.”
A chill ran down my spine.
According to my last life, she’d get plastic surgery soon and then go to a hot spring during her recovery, with her face still bandaged.
I’d start getting skin ulcers that wouldn’t heal for three whole months.
Then, she’d pull an all–nighter at a bar before exams, posing as a genius student, while I’d suffer from a splitting headache and intense vomiting, missing my core course exam and having to retake the whole thing.
In my previous life, I could never figure it out.
Why would Chloe cause trouble, but I’d be the one paying the price?
I gathered my courage and told my boyfriend my suspicions.
But he impatiently shook me off.
“Are you crazy? Are you just jealous that Chloe has so much energy, gets good grades, and is gorgeous?”
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“Are you crazy? Are you just jealous that Chloe has so much energy, gets good grades, and is gorgeous?”
“Chloe is such a pure person, how could she possibly go out drinking in the middle of the night? I think you’re just spiteful.”
I had thought it impossible too.
But the more she messed around, the weaker my body became, until I was eventually bedridden.
Until one day, I collapsed in the dorm and was rushed to the emergency room.
After a blood test, I was diagnosed with AIDS.
I was completely stunned.
And at that very moment, Chloe was
having the time of her life with three exchange students from overseas in the dorm.
After I died, the whole internet exploded.
They called me a slut, said I had a different man every night, that I sold my body for designer bags and shoes, that I was a ridiculously cheap whore who’d sleep with anyone.
My Ins feed, the forums, online groups, and my SnapChat feed were plastered with my Photoshopped nude photos and explicit
videos.
Online trolls started attacking my parents:
“How could you raise such a shameless daughter?”
“A low–class tramp from the sticks, she’s clearly dirty! Even if you’re loaded now, you’re no better than her for raising such a disgrace!”
Chloe looked at me, covered in cold sweat, and smiled.
“Riley, what’s wrong? I just said your eyes were ugly, you don’t have to stare at me like that, do vo
I knew what would happen next.
She’d get plastic surgery, go to bars, livestream, and hook up with three international students in the dorm until morning.
Then I’d die from illness, and my parents would commit suicide.
But since fate had given me another chance, I had to find out why she was promiscuous, and *I* was the one who got sick.
I absolutely would not repeat the past.
I managed a faint smile.
“No, I was just thinking about getting a tattoo later.”
