Reborn to Ruin Her: The Nightmare Roommate Chapter 1

My roommate was a fragile, petty, and possessively toxic piece of work.

If I saved a seat for another classmate in a lecture hall, she’d cry, accusing me of betraying her.

If the cafeteria lady gave me one more meatball than her, she’d report the woman for "discrimination" and get her fired.

Even when my boyfriend invited me home for Thanksgiving break, she threw a fit.

She claimed she’d never experienced a "real family holiday" and guilt-tripped us into letting her tag along.

Once at my house, she treated my parents like servants, ordering them around.

She even hinted that my boyfriend should warm up her bed because "it was cold."

The final straw was my birthday dinner.

Because I didn't serve her food first, she flipped the hot pot table.

Scalding soup ruined my face. In the chaos that followed, she pushed me down the stairs.

I died.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in my freshman dorm room on the very first day we met.

* * *

"Why did you skip me?"

My roommate, Tilly, suddenly threw her chopsticks on the floor and burst into tears.

My boyfriend, Ethan, snapped, "What is wrong with you now?"

Tilly pouted, her eyes red and swollen. She looked at me with pure venom masked as grievance.

"Harper, you served everyone else but me. The tripe is all gone, and I didn't get a single bite. Do you all look down on me that much?!"

Tears the size of beans rolled down her cheeks.

My grandparents, soft-hearted as always, immediately flagged down the waiter to order two more plates of tripe.

"Child, don't cry. It was our oversight."

My parents looked baffled.

But after three days of her tantrums during the holiday break, they were getting used to it.

They sighed, their patience wearing thin.

This scene happened at my birthday dinner.

My family was happily eating hot pot and singing songs.

Ethan had just cut the cake, and everyone was about to sing "Happy Birthday."

But Tilly, the roommate who insisted on tagging along for Thanksgiving, ruined everything.

She flipped the boiling pot of spicy broth right onto my face.

I screamed in agony as the searing liquid burned my skin.

Through the pain, I saw that everyone else was fine. She had aimed the pot specifically at me.

My parents and grandparents frantically called 911.

Ethan exploded: "Tilly, are you insane?! We treated you like family, gave you food and shelter, and this is how you repay us? You want to kill her?!"

Tilly didn't show an ounce of remorse. She sat there, arms crossed, staring me down.

"I've been burned by oil before. Relax, she won't die."

"She has a perfect family and a happy life. Why does she look down on me? Why didn't she serve me food?"

I couldn't hold it back anymore. I screamed through the pain:

"Get out! Get out of my house right now! We are done. I'm requesting a dorm transfer the second school starts!"