My roommate got pregnant from messing around with guys and chose to secretly have a medical abortion in our dorm room. When I found her, the dorm floor was covered in blood, and she was lying in a pool of blood, barely breathing. To save her, I called 911. I never expected that because of this, she would be expelled from school. After everything was settled, my roommate invited me to dinner to express her "gratitude." I didn't expect her to add asbestos fibers to my Coke. Blood clogged my trachea, and she watched me thrash in a death struggle on the floor. She laughed maniacally and said: "Who asked you to be so nosy, letting everyone know about my pregnancy and getting me expelled." When I woke up again, I had returned to the day before I caught my roommate secretly having an abortion in the dorm. 1 "Chloe, you guys are all going home tomorrow, right?" Fiona's probing question reached my ears, pulling me back to reality from my daze. The sensation of my throat being slashed by blades and the suffocation of my trachea blocked by blood from a second ago felt like just a nightmare. "Yeah, we have a break this weekend. Everyone in the dorm is going home except you." I answered absentmindedly, simultaneously withdrawing my arm that Fiona was holding. "I really envy you locals, being able to go home on the weekends," Fiona said with an envious tone. In my previous life, I temporarily returned to school over the weekend to grab something, caught Fiona secretly inducing labor in the dorm, and ended up poisoned to death. In this life, I will never let you get close to me again. Today is Friday. After the afternoon classes, we all went our separate ways home, except for Fiona. I definitely won't go back to the dorm this time. Let's see how you pin this on me. On Saturday, while I was sleeping soundly, I was woken up by a ringing phone. I sleepily reached for my phone. When I saw the name flashing on the screen, my heart suddenly tightened—Fiona. In my previous life, you were the one who ruined my reputation and caused me to die full of resentment. This time, don't blame me for leaving you in the lurch. I hit ignore, intending to go back to sleep. Unexpectedly, the phone rang over and over again, all from Fiona. Just as I was about to turn on silent mode, the phone screen showed a different name. I answered the call: "Sarah, what's wrong? What's going on?" "Chloe, I think something happened to Fiona," Sarah's anxious voice came through the phone. "Oh? Tell me the details." "Fiona said she's bleeding a lot in the dorm and asked me to go check on her. Can you come with me? I'm afraid I can't handle it alone." In my previous life, after I caught Fiona secretly having an abortion, I contacted the RA for her and called 911. As a result, she held a grudge. Vicious rumors were spread about me, my "nudes" were all over the internet, and finally, she framed me and killed me. This time, I want to see exactly what you are trying to do. "Sarah, you live closer. You go first, and I'll rush to school right away. Don't do anything rash before I get there." I was worried Sarah would do what I did in my previous life—contact the RA and call 911—so I specifically told her not to act rashly. "Okay, Chloe, hurry up. I'm really scared." "Okay, I gotta go, hurry." After hanging up, I quickly got up, threw on some clothes, put on a baseball cap, and rushed to school. When I arrived at the bottom of the dorm building, I found the ambulance had just left. What's going on with Sarah? Didn't I tell her not to act rashly? At this time, there were still quite a few people gathered in the first-floor lobby and at the dorm entrance. I pretended to be a bystander and asked a student nearby: "Excuse me, what happened here?" "Did you just get back to the dorm? You missed this huge, fresh gossip. I took a video, I'll show you." Saying that, she opened her phone to show me. In the video, a girl was lying on a stretcher, with Sarah following behind. Wait, damn it, Fiona was wearing my shoes and my clothes, wearing my hat, and even wearing my sunglasses, covered up completely. Fiona and I have somewhat similar builds anyway. Who the hell could tell that was Fiona? I guess everyone in the school thinks it's me now. Seeing this, I hurriedly asked: "Excuse me, what happened? Who is this?" "Seems like sudden severe bleeding in the dorm. I don't know exactly who it is, but if we post the video and photos on the campus forum and the confessions page, we should be able to recognize who it is by the clothes and stuff." I hurried towards my dorm room. As soon as I reached the door, I saw a pool of blood on the floor, and the bedsheets on the bed next to the blood were also stained red. Wait, a thousand curses upon her, this is my bed! Fiona used my bed! Fiona is so scheming. Wearing my clothes and using my bed, this is definitely to make everyone in the school think the person who had an abortion in the dorm was me, ruining my reputation. 2 I forced myself to calm down. First, I took a picture of my bed in the dorm. Then, I called an upperclassman: "Senior, the badminton tournament you mentioned last time is today, right? Can I still participate?" "That's great, Chloe. A contestant suddenly said she sprained her ankle this morning and dropped out. I was just stressing about not finding anyone." "It's great that you can come." "Senior, there will be photos taken at this tournament, and they'll be posted on the school's official account, right?" "What's wrong? This is just the preliminaries, we weren't planning to post anything. What's up? You're usually such a shy and low-key person, now you want to be in the spotlight?" "But I can contact the school PR department to publish an article. However, it might be hard to find a photographer on such short notice." "Senior, I'll contact the photographer. Please get the article out as soon as possible. By the way, what time is the match I'm subbing in for?" "In 30 minutes, at the school gym." "Okay, I'll be right there." After hanging up, I quickly changed my clothes and shoes, grabbed my badminton racket, and rushed to the gym. On the way, I incidentally called a senior from the photography club, asking him to help take pictures of today's badminton match. The senior originally tried to decline, but was eventually bribed by me with two meals at a hot pot place. Arriving at the gym, there were basically no spectators for today's match, probably because it was the preliminaries. "Senior, make sure to take good pictures of me, make them look nice," I told him as soon as he arrived at the gym. "You're already very pretty, any picture of you will look good." After the match, I asked the senior if he got the shots. After getting a positive answer, I took a taxi to the hospital. In the car, I scrolled through the campus confessions page and the campus forum. As expected, the campus forum and confessions page were filled with videos and photos taken by bystanders this morning from various angles and perspectives. [Who is this? What happened? Even an ambulance came?] [Don't know exactly what happened. Heard she bled a lot in the dorm.] [Did she give birth in the dorm, or have an abortion?] [Oh no, sister, I live on that floor. If it's true, how can we live there in the future?] [Does anyone know who this is? Begging for solid proof.] [Should be from Department A. The people living in that hall are from Department A, but don't know which specific class.] Fortunately, no one has recognized who it is yet. As long as the article about me participating in the badminton match is published tonight, no matter how much Fiona tries to frame me, it will be impossible. Suddenly, a notification from the campus forum made me lose my calm. #Suspected Department A Chloe Lin gives birth in dorm# I suppressed my trembling hands from anger and clicked on the message. Under the huge headline, someone posted a picture of my student ID card, with the caption: This morning, the girl involved in the incident at Plum Hall is Chloe Lin from Department A. The ID card dropped from the stretcher. I was instantly thrust into the center of the storm. [So it's her. I was wondering why those clothes looked so familiar today. They are her clothes.] They even attached a photo of me wearing those clothes from my social media. [Always dressing up flashily, you can tell at a glance she's not a proper girl. Who knows how wild she usually is, and now she actually gave birth in the dorm.] I quickly called the senior: "Senior, have you seen the campus forum?" "Chloe, I just finished getting busy. What campus forum? What's wrong?" "I was just about to call you. The senior from the photography club said his camera memory card broke, and the photos are gone. Let's just skip the official account post this time, it's just the preliminaries anyway." "Broke? Why would it break? Did anyone else take photos?" I said, holding back tears. "No, there were hardly any people in the gym today, and I was too busy, so I didn't take any. What's wrong, Chloe? You don't sound right. Is something the matter?" "It's nothing, thank you, senior." Hanging up the phone, I called the photography senior. "I'm sorry, Chloe. I saw the campus forum. I really want to help you, but after taking the photos, when I went back to the dorm, I dropped and broke the camera. All the photos on the memory card are gone. I'm really, really sorry." "Is there really no other way to recover them? I'm begging you, senior." "I've tried everything, nothing works. It's not that I don't want to help you, Chloe." 3 Hanging up the phone, I slumped back into the car seat. Fiona had played a masterful game. We have similar builds. Before leaving the dorm, she wore my clothes, my hat, and even stole my student ID, pretending to drop it. This was the best proof to exonerate herself. "Good, good, very good." My mind raced, trying to figure out other ways to prove that the person wasn't me. The hospital. Yes, the hospital. As long as I can get her medical records from the hospital, that will be enough. After getting out of the car, I sprinted all the way to the inpatient department. In the car, I had already received a message from Sarah and knew which room Fiona was in. I rushed into the room. Only Sarah was there. Fiona had just finished surgery and hadn't woken up yet. While she was still unconscious, I called and notified the RA and the other two roommates. I also took a picture of her lying in the hospital bed. I even found her medical record in the drawer and took a picture of that too, and casually posted it on my social media. I held a position in the student council, so posting on my social media would definitely be seen by a lot of people. I refuse to believe that with such solid evidence, she can still harm me. However, I still underestimated the malice of human nature. Within half an hour of posting, the post had over a hundred likes and dozens of comments. Some people even took screenshots of my post and sent them to the large school group chats. [Who exactly had an abortion? How come two people suddenly appeared?] [Neither of them is innocent. I bet both of them have had multiple abortions, they just got caught this time.] Fiona has always maintained an "innocent campus belle" persona at school. This time she threw all the dirty water on me. Even if I can't completely clear my name, I won't let you have an easy time either. While Fiona was still unconscious, I told my roommates and the RA about what was happening on the campus forum and confessions page. I specifically emphasized that Fiona wore my clothes, my hat, and accidentally took my student ID. When Fiona woke up and saw the roommates and the RA were all there, a flash of an expression I couldn't understand crossed her face. I showed her the picture of the dorm bed and confronted her. "Fiona, you were lying on my bed, wearing my clothes and my hat. What were you trying to do?" "Trying to throw dirty water on me?" Fiona looked at me pitifully: "Chloe, how could you think of me like that?" "Is that the kind of person I am in your heart? I've been your roommate for three years, don't you know me by now?" Saying that, Fiona started crying hypocritically. "Then tell me, what exactly happened?" "You know my bed is on the top bunk. I was feeling unwell and couldn't climb up, so I slept in your bed." "What about the clothes, the hat, and the student ID?" "I was bleeding a lot, my clothes and pants were soaked. I thought if the ambulance came and I was covered in blood, I didn't want the students at school to overthink, so I asked Sarah to find some clothes to help me change into. "Sarah saw some clothes right next to the bed and helped me put them on. "The student ID might have originally been in the clothes and accidentally fell out on the way." "That is really quite a coincidence. A coincidence that you not only wore my clothes and shoes, put on my hat and sunglasses, but even my student ID fell out halfway." "Fiona probably didn't do it on purpose either." The RA's face turned green and pale, like a chameleon. "I will handle the posts on the campus forum and confessions page. "Chloe, come out for a second. Let's chat, and I'll go downstairs to get Fiona's medicine along the way." After the RA called me out, she was still speaking up for Fiona: "Chloe, Fiona is in a very bad state right now. She probably didn't do it on purpose either. You guys live in the same dorm, don't be so aggressive. I'll handle the news online immediately and guarantee it won't affect you. I also hope you delete your social media post." "Miss, you first handle the news about me on the campus forum and confessions page, and then I'll delete my post." "Okay, I'll handle it immediately." When I came back, the expressions on the faces of the few people were all a bit unnatural. I was alert in my heart. They must have discussed something when I left. They must be thinking about how to continue framing me. 4 During the few days Fiona was hospitalized, the RA quickly controlled the public opinion and made those people delete all the posts. The other roommates also synchronized their stories, saying Fiona just had severe bleeding due to menstrual irregularity. But all the roommates had seen Fiona's medical record; everyone knew the real reason for her hospitalization. Yet, everyone kept their mouths shut about it. The school also disciplined and publicly announced the key figures who posted about me on the campus forum and confessions page. Everyone stopped talking about the rumors surrounding this incident. On the day Fiona was discharged, I didn't go to pick her up. When she returned with the other two roommates, I was packing my luggage. "Chloe, why are you packing? Where are you going?" "Oh, my mom told me to move back home. I'm not living in the dorm anymore." "Ah, that's so inconvenient. Just stay in the dorm, we can all look out for each other. I haven't even apologized to you for this incident yet." Apologize. This time it's apologize. In my previous life, she said thank you. In my previous life, after Fiona came back from the hospital, she said it was thanks to my timely arrival and sending her to the hospital that her life was saved. She acted like we were twins. We did everything together, even showered together. Blame my previous life for being too soft-hearted and naive. I innocently believed Fiona truly considered me a good friend and was completely fooled by her. I never expected that she would instruct Mia to secretly take nude photos of me, find some pornographic videos, photoshop my face onto them, and make me infamous at school. The rumors about my chaotic private life and abortion were directly confirmed. I couldn't defend myself at all. This time, I'm staying far away. If I can't afford to provoke you, can't I hide? Thinking of the humiliation from my previous life, a surge of uncontrollable anger and sorrow rose from the bottom of my heart, but my face remained normal. "Chloe, how about you stay for another week before moving? I just got back from the hospital, I'll probably have to trouble you guys to bring me food and stuff." Fiona settled for the next best thing. I still refused. Living here, I eventually have to change clothes and shower. Who knows which corner your camera might be hidden in. To persuade me, the three of them united their front again, using moral kidnapping on me. Mia stood next to Fiona, looking righteous: "Exactly, Fiona just got back and still needs our care. We are all roommates, what's the big deal with helping out?" Sarah stood aside and said softly: "Chloe, how about waiting a bit longer? I'll help you move then." Saying that, Mia started taking things out of my suitcase. "What are you doing? Who told you to touch my stuff?" My face darkened, and I shoved Mia away. "If you want to take care of her, then take care of her by yourself. "If you can't handle it, do you want me to call Fiona's mom and have her come take care of her?" I bet Fiona wouldn't dare. At the hospital, Fiona begged the RA for a long time to convince her not to notify her parents. At this moment, all three of them froze in place. Perhaps none of them expected that the previously amiable me would be so aggressive. "Forget it, Mia. I don't need your care, I can manage on my own. Don't worry about whether I live or die. I can just buy cup noodles and eat them in the dorm." This manipulative act made me feel sick to my stomach. "How can that be? Your body is weak right now, how can you eat cup noodles? Besides, we promised to take good care of you," Mia said. "Promised, promised who?" "No, I promised Fiona I would take good care of her. If you move out, it will just be me and Sarah taking care of her." "Forget it, since Chloe wants to move out, we shouldn't stop her. But be careful when you move out," Fiona acted hypocritically, wishing she could squeeze out two tears immediately. Safety. It's much safer outside than in the dorm. Living with a venomous snake like you is what makes me unsafe.
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