My roommate hid her pregnancy in our dorm, claiming her family was too poor to know. I cared for her while urging her to avoid bearing a child out of wedlock and to leave her aggressive boyfriend. Instead, she ran to him, twisting my words. She told him I wanted her to dump him and get rid of their baby. After she lost the child, they lured me to the quiet woods behind campus. Her boyfriend drove a knife through my throat, snarling that no one came between them. He raged about my perfect family, my looks, my money, calling me a whore who deserved to rot. My soul hovered as my roommate stabbed my body until it was shredded, then ordered him to dismember and bury me. Every kindness I had shown was a humiliation she had nurtured into pure rot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment she burst from our dorm bathroom, panicked and shaking. This time, I would make her choke on her own malice. 1. “What am I going to do, Hannah? I’m pregnant with Greg’s baby. I’m only nineteen.” Randi’s trembling voice echoed in my ears. I instinctively clutched my throat. There was no blood. The phantom sensation of a cold blade tearing through my windpipe was still terrifyingly vivid. I stared blankly at my surroundings as the familiar walls of the college dorm room came into focus. I had returned. I was reborn. “What am I going to do? My parents will literally kill me if they find out! But… but I love Greg so much!” Seeing my lack of response, Randi grabbed my arm and shook it violently. “Ow!” A sharp sting flared where her nails dug into my skin. I instinctively yanked my arm back. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Hannah! I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m just so panicked.” A flicker of confusion crossed her tear-stained face. She hadn’t expected me to pull away. Usually, I would have immediately wrapped her in a hug and whispered comforting words. “It’s fine. I know you didn’t mean to.” I suppressed the burning hatred clawing at my chest, forcing my voice to slide back into its usual warm, gentle tone. “You’re pregnant? But Randi, that’s beautiful! A baby is the ultimate proof of your love. You absolutely have to keep it.” “Wait… Hannah, what?” Randi stammered, looking utterly bewildered. “But… but I’m so young. Greg doesn’t even have a steady job, his temper is so unpredictable, and his family has zero money. If I have this baby now…” She looked down, her lower lip trembling, before raising her tear-filled, puppy-dog eyes to meet mine. She knew exactly how to play the victim to trigger my protective instincts. She couldn’t comprehend why my stance had suddenly flipped. Normally, I would have played the righteous older sister. I would have cursed Greg out, offered to pay for her clinic visit, and begged her to leave his toxic ass. A cold shudder ran down my spine. She knew perfectly well that Greg was a deadbeat. She wanted to use my mouth to justify the abortion, shifting the blame entirely onto me. That way, Greg’s violent wrath would target me, while she could play the grieving, devoted girlfriend who had been forced into it by her overbearing roommate. What a brilliant way to commit murder by proxy. Hiding my disgust, I smiled warmly. “You’re overthinking this, Randi. Haven’t you read the articles online? Having babies young means your body bounces back way faster!” “Sure, your boyfriend doesn’t have a house, a car, or a real job. But he loves you, right?” “And you two have been together for so long. Didn’t you always tell me that true love isn’t about material things? I know you’re not that superficial.” In my past life, Randi kept trying to set me up with Greg’s deadbeat, delinquent friends. When I repeatedly shut her down, she went around telling everyone I was a shallow gold-digger. Oh, she loved weaponizing moral standards against me. Two could play that game. A crack appeared in Randi’s carefully crafted facade. She stared at my face, trying to detect any hint of sarcasm, but she found nothing but pure, unadulterated sincerity. A flash of venomous irritation crossed her eyes before she quickly masked it with another soft sob. “But my parents will never agree to this. They’re expecting a massive dowry from my marriage to help my brother buy his apartment. Greg can’t afford that.” I reached out, gently taking her hand, and spoke with deep earnestness. “But you two share a soulmate connection. Didn’t you tell me that love conquers all? What’s a little financial hurdle compared to that? You just have to push through it together.” Those were the exact words she used to throw back at me every single time I tried to convince her to leave him. A sharp snort cut through the heavy silence of the room. We both turned toward the noise. It was Brooke, the girl from bed three. She had slipped back into the dorm unnoticed and was leaning against her desk, watching us with an amused smirk. She looked at me, raising an eyebrow. “Well, look at that. The princess finally woke up and grew a brain.” In my previous life, my misplaced savior complex made me jump to Randi’s defense constantly, which ended up alienating a lot of people. Brooke was the only one who openly scoffed at Randi’s victim act and called me an absolute idiot for falling for it. She was one of the very few who saw right through Randi’s angelic mask. “I… I guess I need to think about it,” Randi muttered, clearly thrown off. “Oh, by the way, Hannah, Greg said he’s driving over to the campus gates to pick me up. Can you please come with me?” Realizing she wasn’t getting the reaction she wanted, she was already pivoting to her backup plan. I clenched my jaw, a cold smile forming in my mind. In my past life, I had accompanied her to the gates. Right in front of Greg, Randi had tearfully confessed that I was the one forcing her to get an abortion. Greg had flown into a psychopathic rage, screaming at me at the campus gates while a crowd of students gathered to watch. Later, she had whimpered an apology, claiming she was just too terrified of his temper to tell him the truth. The very next day, an anonymous post blew up on the university forum. The title read: Campus Sweetheart Tries to Seduce Roommate’s Boyfriend, Gets Humiliated at Gates. The narrative quickly snowballed. Photos of me looking angry or defensive were edited and shared everywhere, turning me into a manipulative bully who harassed her poor, underprivileged roommate. Randi’s silence only fueled the fire. During that time, the psychological toll was unbearable. I couldn’t even step out of my dorm room. My social media accounts were doxxed, and my inbox was flooded with vicious, hateful messages from strangers wishing death upon me. Meanwhile, Randi became the internet’s favorite resilient underclass girl, pulling in sympathy, gifts, and attention from wealthy guys while keeping her toxic boyfriend on a leash. I had tried to trace the IP of the forum post back then, but the account was deleted almost immediately. Now it all made perfect sense. The only person who could have known my exact schedule and taken those perfectly timed photos was Randi. You really were a pathetic fool, I told my past self. But never again. I would return every single ounce of misery she inflicted on me, piece by piece. If she loved playing the innocent lamb so much, I would let her play it until the slaughter. Forcing a bright, eager smile onto my face, I looked at her. “Of course! Let’s go meet him together.” As we reached for the door, Brooke’s dry voice drifted over. “I’d stay out of her mess if I were you, Hannah. Keep playing the hero, and you’ll end up sold down the river.” 2. Outside the campus gates, a black Porsche was idling near the curb. Greg had rented it just to keep up appearances for Randi. “Babe!” The moment Randi spotted him, she practically threw herself at him, clinging to his chest like she had no spine of her own. To be fair, Greg was tall, and his violent, hyper-aggressive traits weren’t immediately obvious on his face. He looked decent enough. Because he tolerated Randi’s endless, dramatic tantrums, she genuinely believed she could control him. But a wild beast can never be truly tamed. I was going to teach her that lesson personally. “Why is she here?” Greg asked, his brow furrowing as he threw a look of pure disgust in my direction. “Oh, don’t be like that, babe. Hannah is my absolute best friend,” Randi pouted. She loved playing both sides. She complained about his anger issues to me, and then whispered to him about how snobbish and judgmental I was. It ensured we hated each other on sight. She had deliberately chosen the public gates today, hoping for an explosive argument. “Randi is pregnant now, Greg,” I said, stepping forward with a soft, yielding expression. “You need to take extra good care of her.” “Duh. I don’t need you to tell me how to treat my girl,” Greg sneered, though his chest puffed up with pride. “I’m going to cherish my queen and our little prince,” he added, looking down at Randi with a sudden burst of dramatic affection. They leaned in and began making out right there, completely ignoring the passing students. When they finally parted, Randi placed a hand over her flat stomach. “But babe, I don’t know if we can keep the baby. I looked it up online, and the doctors say there’s a really high chance the baby might inherit those aggressive traits you have.” Greg’s face darkened instantly. “If we have a kid, we keep it. Who cares about some stupid genetic theory? I turned out fine, didn’t I?” “It’s different,” Randi whined, cutting her eyes toward me. She was desperately signaling me to jump in and back her up. “Hannah is a pre-med student. Hannah, tell him. We shouldn’t keep the baby, right?” “Oh, you give me too much credit, Randi. I’m studying dentistry. We don’t cover prenatal genetics. If you want real answers, you have to go to a proper clinic. But you can’t get those tests done until the end of the first trimester, and by then, the baby will already be fully formed.” I smiled reassuringly. “Don’t stress too much. The chances of genetic inheritance are usually exaggerated anyway.” Randi’s jaw tightened. She was desperately trying to force the abortion narrative onto me, but I refused to take the bait. “See? She’s right,” Greg said, shooting me a rare look of approval. “You just wait, Randi. You’re going to be a stay-at-home wife, and I’m going to spoil you rotten.” “Okay… I guess we’ll wait and see,” Randi mumbled, her eyes flashing with irritation. She had no intention of keeping this child, but she couldn’t risk provoking Greg right now. “Besides,” I added helpfully, “our university offers accommodation adjustments and extra academic grace for pregnant students. You don’t even have to worry about rent. You can just stay in the dorms, which saves Greg from having to buy or lease an apartment for you.” “No apartment?” Greg’s ears perked up, his ego instantly bruised. “Randi, did you tell her we don’t have our own place?” “Oh, she told me everything, Greg,” I chirped. “She said things are tight right now, and that you don’t have a stable job or a car. She was actually hesitant about keeping the baby because of the financial strain, but she just loves you so much.” “Look at how devoted she is. Girls who aren’t materialistic are so rare these days. You’d better treat her right.” “Shut up!” Greg spat the words out, his jaw grinding so hard I could hear it click. His face was a mask of humiliated rage. His fragile, toxic masculinity could not handle being exposed as a broke loser in front of an attractive, wealthy classmate. “I’m asking you, Randi,” he growled, turning on her. “How much did you whine to her about me? Do you think I’m poor? Are you embarrassed of me?” “No! Babe, it’s not like that, let me explain!” Randi panicked, her mind racing as she realized the conversation had spun entirely out of her control. “Let’s talk in the car, okay? You know how much I love you.” She pleaded, grabbing his arm as a crowd of students began to linger and watch. “Oh my gosh, Randi, did I say something wrong?” I gasped, my eyes instantly welling with tears. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” Seeing my tearful, fragile reaction, Randi couldn’t even yell at me without looking like the villain. Her face contorted with a silent, suffocating fury. “It’s fine. Just go back to the dorm, Hannah,” she said through gritted teeth, her nails digging into her own palms. The rented Porsche sped away from the curb. I didn’t expect to break them apart with one conversation. This was just about planting a seed of resentment in Greg’s volatile mind. Randi was about to learn that her devoted puppy had teeth. Over the next few days, I focused on my own life, preparing my application for a prestigious exchange program in London. In my past life, my death had stolen this opportunity from me. Randi stopped coming back to the dorm entirely. When she texted me demanding that I cover her attendance by pretending to be her in lectures, I simply ignored the messages.
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