Allergy crisis: My Roommate Wants to Kill MeChapter 1
My university roommate, Emily Hutcherson, made a scathing post on her X account about me, Valerie Mitchell. It was really hurting my heart when I read it. After all, I never knew that she hated me like this.
[@Emily_HoneyQueen: My spoiled roommate was so good at lying! That bitch told us that she was allergic to f*cking mangoes if she eats them. In fact, she even said that she couldn’t even smell the mangoes. Is this some sort of privileged trend?]
As soon as I checked the comments, people were hating on me.
Emily even had the audacity to reply to anyone who commented on her post.
[@Emily_HoneyQueen: That’s right! I’m free to eat whatever I want. No one can force me to stop eating just because they have a goddamn allergy! I’ll try to give her mangoes tonight to see if that bitch will be dead or not!]
Then, I found out that the whole dorm smelled of mangoes when I returned to the dorm after I studied. Not only that, I also realized that there was a large amount of mango powder that was put on my glass. But I realized it way too late because I fell into an anaphylactic shock before I ended up passing away.
However, I was surprised to find that I was able to wake up again. That was when I realized that I went back on the day Emily posted.
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When I woke up only to see that I was at the dorm that I used to live in, I was a bit confused. After all, the last thing I could remember was that I was on the ICU and heard that the doctors pronounced my death.
Without further ado, I took out my phone to check the time. It really was indeed 8 a.m. on October 26th. While I was able to live my life again, I knew that today was supposed to be the day I died.
I couldn’t help but look at my roommates with eyes full of hatred. There were Emily and then Anna Gold. Both of them were sleeping soundly on the beds opposite to me. In this timeline, I would make sure that they would never have an easy life for killing me in my past life!
Time passed by slowly. All of them started to wake up and took showers. My other roommate, Fiona Hall, saw that I still hadn’t gotten up yet. That girl wanted to wake me up, but Emily stopped her.
Emily coldly said, “Don’t wake that girl up! Just wait until she’s late. She always pretends to fall asleep so that we’ll have to wake her up for every single day.”