I have severe asthma and a life-threatening allergy to animal dander. But on the first day of the semester, my roommate brought thirty stray dogs into our dorm. When I tried to get them out, she burst into tears, blocking the door. “How can you be so selfish, Chloe? They have nowhere else to go! Are you seriously going to throw them out into the cold?” I begged her to take them to a local shelter. But in my past life, that single request turned the entire campus against me. They labeled me as cold-blooded, claiming I couldn’t even tolerate a few helpless puppies. Eventually, the extreme buildup of dog dander triggered a severe asthma attack. My airway swelled shut, and I suffocated to death right on our dorm floor. Becca didn’t feel a shred of guilt. Instead, she went live on TikTok, crying to her followers that my “lack of patience” had stressed the poor dogs out, indirectly blaming me for my own death. She gained millions of sympathetic followers. Those rabid fans went as far as scattering my ashes in the trash and relentlessly cyberbullying my parents online, which eventually led to their fatal car accident. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on move-in day. Becca was standing in our room, holding a filthy, shivering stray dog, her eyes red as she looked at me. “He’s so helpless, Chloe. Can we please keep him? Please?” I smiled, nodding gently. “Sure.” But why did she end up regretting it?
Hearing Becca’s voice again was the moment I realized I had been reborn. A sharp, phantom pain flared in my chest. The agonizing sensation of suffocating to death still lingered in my throat. “Please, Chloe? Just for a little bit?” Becca took a step closer, holding the dirty dog out like a shield. I instinctively stepped back. Our other roommate, Harper, was a total people-pleaser. She shuffled her feet, looking uncomfortable. “But, Becca… aren’t pets against the dorm policy?” Maya, who usually kept to herself, just glanced up from her phone and shrugged, saying nothing. Becca’s tears spilled over instantly. “Rules are just words, Harper! This is a living soul! If we throw him out, he’ll die!” The same words. The exact same scene. In my past life, this was the moment I had stood up and protested fiercely. I had told them I had severe asthma and was deadly allergic to dog dander. And Becca had cried, saying, “Your allergy is just temporary discomfort, but his life is forever!” I had argued that keeping pets was a violation of housing rules, and we would all get written up. She had pointed a finger at me, sobbing, “How can you be so cold and selfish? Is your perfect record more important than a living animal?” When I tried to take the dog to a shelter, she sat at our dorm entrance, cradling the dog and crying to every passing student that I was an animal abuser. Eventually, she hoarded thirty strays in our room. And I died of asphyxiation. After my death, she started livestreaming, branding herself as a savior of stray animals. She gained millions of followers and rode her fake charity straight to fame and wealth. “Chloe?” Becca’s eyes held a subtle, mocking challenge. I stared at the dog in her arms. My throat tightened instinctively, but I forced a sweet, warm smile onto my face. “Sure. Keep him.” The room went dead silent. Becca froze. Harper and Maya stared at me like I had lost my mind. “Are you sure?” Becca stammered. I smiled wider. “Of course. Which is why I’m moving out of this room right now. You can do all the charity work you want in here!” Becca blinked, completely speechless. The other two roommates couldn’t believe their ears. “Chloe… are you sure you don’t want to think about it?” Harper asked. Before she could finish, I cut her off. “Nope. Decision made.” In my past life, these two “good girls” had used me as a shield, letting me speak up so they wouldn’t have to deal with the dog. But after I died, they immediately turned on me. They went on Becca’s livestream, profiting off my death and chasing clout. I turned on my heel and walked straight to the Housing Administration office. The Resident Director, Mrs. Davies, was sorting through the freshman rosters. She looked up, surprised by my sudden appearance. I placed a neat stack of documents on her desk. It was my certified hospital reports for severe asthma and animal dander allergies, along with a completed dorm transfer request form. “Mrs. Davies, I have severe bronchial asthma and a life-threatening allergy to animal dander,” I said clearly. “My roommate, Becca Sinclair, just brought a stray dog into our room. I respect her desire to save animals, but for my own survival, I need to request an emergency room transfer.” The office went silent. Jake, the student assistant sitting nearby, let out a soft gasp. “Bringing a dog into the residence hall is a serious violation,” Mrs. Davies said, her eyebrows knitting together. “But surely you girls can talk this out first?” Just then, Becca appeared at the door, holding the dog and looking miserable. “Mrs. Davies, I just wanted to give a helpless animal a home.” The pity on Jake’s face immediately turned to confusion. Mrs. Davies looked at the shivering, filthy dog in Becca’s arms. “Becca, why didn’t you take it to the humane society? Why bring it here? You know the campus housing policies.”
Becca squeezed the dog tighter. “But he looked so sad! I only wanted to give him a temporary place to sleep!” As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. By now, a few curious freshmen had gathered outside the open office door, whispering. “Oh my god, she’s so sweet,” someone whispered. Others threw judging looks at me, silent disapproval written all over their faces. The familiar tightness crept back into my chest. In my last life, it was always like this. As long as Becca cried, the entire world took her side. When I said I was allergic, they said I was being dramatic. When I cited dorm rules, they said we should show compassion. When I said my life was in danger, they accused me of having a cold heart. Even after I died in that dorm room, people on the school forum debated if I had “deserved it” for being so close-minded. I ignored Becca and looked straight at Mrs. Davies. “Mrs. Davies, I’m not here to judge her kindness. I am only requesting to not live under the same roof as her.” Becca’s sobbing hitched. She looked up in disbelief, tears clinging to her eyelashes. “Chloe, why are you being so hostile toward me?” “I’m not hostile toward you. I’m allergic to the dog,” I said flatly. She stumbled back half a step, looking completely devastated. “So what if you’re allergic? He didn’t ask to be born a dog! He just wants to live!” I didn’t bother wasting my breath on her. I simply pushed my medical files closer to Mrs. Davies. Mrs. Davies scanned the allergy report, her frown deepening. “A room transfer requires approval from both the department dean and housing services. The bureaucracy takes time.” Becca quickly wiped her nose, putting on a saintly act. “Mrs. Davies, don’t worry about all that hassle.” “I’ll work hard to show Chloe how sweet animals can be. I’ll watch him every second. I promise he won’t bother her.” I looked at her, enunciating every word. “I don’t want to get used to him.” “I support your charity work, Becca. But I also have the right to protect my own health. Those two things can coexist.” Whispers erupted from the hallway. “She’s so heartless. If I were Becca’s roommate, I’d help her raise the dog!” “Seriously. How can someone be so cold-blooded?” I looked at these online trolls and almost laughed out loud. Let’s see if they still feel that way when they have to live with thirty stray, un-potty-trained dogs. “Mrs. Davies, if I have a medical emergency on campus due to a known hazard, the university will be held legally liable,” I said calmly. “I can wait for the paperwork, but I need you to initiate the transfer immediately.” Mrs. Davies winced. “Dorm transfers are a nightmare right now… Why don’t you girls go back and try to communicate? You’re college students now. You need to learn to resolve roommate conflicts.” Hearing this, Becca’s tears flowed even faster. “Mrs. Davies, we don’t want to cause trouble for you! I’ll talk to Chloe.” “Chloe, let’s go. Let’s not bother the director. We can solve this ourselves.” The students crowding the doorway began to chime in. “Yeah, just go talk it out. You’re both girls, it’s not that deep.” “Starting the semester with a dramatic room transfer is just a bad look anyway.” Becca cradled the dog, speaking just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Chloe, I just wish you wouldn’t reject a precious life so easily.” “Look how good he is. He doesn’t even bark.” “Why do you have to be so hateful?”
In my past life, it was at this exact moment that my heart softened, and I gave in. I had thought it wasn’t worth ruining roommate relationships on the very first day. So, I had followed her back. That same night, she brought in more dogs, feeding them and grooming them right in our room. The air had become thick with fine dander and hair. My throat felt like it was being scraped with sandpaper. When I crawled out of bed to find my medication, she had grabbed my inhaler and thrown it out the window, crying, “Chloe, you can’t use that chemical spray in front of them! The fumes will poison them!” Later, as I knelt on the floor, gasping for air, a terrifying wheeze rattling in my chest, she was still hugging her dog, whispering, “Don’t be scared, sweetie. She didn’t mean to make that scary noise.” “Why do you always have to make everything a massive scene?” Becca hissed, suddenly snapping out of her memories and glaring at me. “We could have easily worked this out in private!” I immediately took a step back, widening the gap between us. “Get away from me.” Becca bit her lip, tears instantly welling up again. “I didn’t even do anything to you.” “Why are you acting like I’m a monster?” Suddenly, the office door was slammed open. A campus security officer rushed in, his face pale with panic. “Mrs. Davies! We have an emergency! A student was just attacked and severely bitten by a stray dog over at the Quad!” Mrs. Davies leaped up. “What? Is it bad?” “A chunk of his arm was practically torn off! They’re rushing him to the emergency room! Apparently, that dog has been hanging around because someone keeps feeding it!” The office went dead silent. Becca’s face drained of all color. “But… dogs are so sweet,” she mumbled, unconsciously letting go of the dog in her arms. Startled, the puppy bolted. It ran straight toward Mrs. Davies’s desk, jumping onto the freshly printed freshman records and urinating all over them. Becca’s eyes went wide. “Chloe must have scared him! He’s usually so well-behaved!” Once again, everyone’s eyes locked onto me. It was just like my past life. Back then, her dogs had shredded my medical files, and everyone blamed me for “provoking her” and making her too emotional to watch her pets. When I suffocated, they said I was just too fragile and dramatic, refusing to blame her “kind heart.” Becca’s crying cut off in her throat. “Mrs. Davies, I… I didn’t mean to.” Mrs. Davies closed her eyes, looking completely exhausted. “Everyone out. Let’s go see what’s happening at the Quad.” By the time we arrived, the paramedics were loading a bleeding male student into an ambulance. A security guard stood nearby holding a catch-pole. Trapped in the loop was a snarling, dirty stray, growling menacingly. The moment Becca saw the dog, she screamed and tried to charge forward. “Buster! Don’t hurt him!”
The guard blocked her immediately. “Miss, stay back! This dog just mauled someone. It’s dangerous!” “He didn’t mean to!” Becca sobbed frantically. “That guy must have threatened him! Buster is the sweetest dog!” The injured student’s friend was shaking with rage. “He was literally just walking by! You feed these wild dogs every single day, making them lose their fear of humans! Now someone is mutilated and you’re blaming us?!” The crowd of onlookers erupted. Many of them recognized Becca. “Yeah, that’s her. She always brings cafeteria scraps to feed them.” “I told her last week to stop feeding the strays before someone got hurt, but she just called me heartless.” Becca shrieked, throwing herself toward the guard. “No!” “If my selfish roommate had let me keep the puppy in our room, Buster wouldn’t have gotten stressed and bitten anyone!” “If you want to blame someone, blame Chloe!” The guard’s expression hardened. “Miss, worry about yourself first.” Becca clung to her shivering, peeing puppy. “You can’t take him away from me!” Some bystanders handed her tissues. Others pulled out their phones, filming the entire drama. In the end, Mrs. Davies moved me to an adjacent dorm building for the night. “Stay here tonight, Chloe. First thing tomorrow morning, I’ll personally expedite your room transfer.” The new dorm was clean, and the roommates seemed nice. But by that afternoon, the campus forum was on fire. 【Compassionate feeding or inviting danger? Student severely mauled by stray dog on campus!】 In the comments, someone anonymously leaked that Becca had been hoarding and feeding strays on campus for months despite multiple warnings. But very quickly, the narrative was spun. A new post was pinned to the top of the forum: 【Exposing the cold-blooded roommate who got a sweet girl disciplined】 The post featured a photo of Becca crying beautifully, contrasted with a candid shot of my cold, expressionless face in the housing office. “Breaking news! The girl who feeds the strays might get suspended, all because her roommate refused to let a puppy stay in their room!” “Oh my god, is her roommate insane? Even if feeding strays isn’t perfect, her intentions were pure!” “Ruining someone’s life just for your own convenience? That’s sick.” Dozens of people started tagging my account, demanding answers. Skylar, my new roommate, handed me her phone, looking incredibly awkward. “Chloe… do you want to post a statement or something?” In my past life, I had tried to explain. I had posted my emergency room records, photos of my swollen throat, and details of my asthma attacks. Nobody believed me. They called them fake. My phone vibrated constantly with hateful Snapchat notifications and texts from the class group chat. “Some people really love playing the victim. Running to the administration on day one just to feel powerful.” “We have to sit in the same lectures with her. How embarrassing.” “Since when is respecting life a crime?” I quietly took screenshots of every single message and saved them to a secure folder. Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. I opened it. Becca stood there, cradling the puppy, looking pitiful. “Chloe, please talk to me. The puppy missed you. He came to ask for your forgiveness.” Before I could speak, she grabbed my arm and shoved the dog directly into my chest. My lungs instantly seized. I gasped, trying to push her away. But Becca had freakish strength. She held onto me tightly, her eyes red. “Just hold him! See how cute he is!” A violent, uncontrollable cough ripped from my throat. I couldn’t breathe. “Get… away…” Using every ounce of my remaining strength, I shoved her off me. The startled dog tumbled to the floor, growling, and immediately lunged. Becca lost her balance, crashing to the ground and screaming at the top of her lungs. “Ahhh! Help me!”
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