My Roommate's Pet Dog Became My Death Sentence

My roommate, Jessica Miller, kept a pet dog in our college dormitory. Out of consideration for everyone else, I bought her a crate and told her that letting the dog roam freely would frighten the other residents. She lashed out at me. "Chloe, how selfish can you be? Would you like it if I locked you in a metal cage? I've had him for years. He doesn't hurt people, so stop worrying over nothing." During a dorm inspection, her dog suddenly lunged at the dorm supervisor. I desperately pulled the dog away, but the supervisor was still left covered in wounds. The incident went viral online, yet Jessica claimed that I was the dog's owner. My other roommates were threatened into silence, while the dorm supervisor's son flew into a rage and beat me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Jessica brought her dog back to the dorm. This time, I completely repurposed the metal crate as a storage shelf. "I bought this to decorate my desk. Don't get the wrong idea. It's not for your dog!" Chapter 1 My roommate Jessica Miller suspiciously watched me open the delivery box, revealing a square wire cage. "Chloe, what did you buy?" she asked in exactly the same tone she had used in my previous life. I deftly tore off the shipping label and turned to her with a smile. "I bought it as a decoration. You know how people put photos on wire-grid panels to decorate their desks?" Her tense expression eased when she heard that. I added, "Don't get the wrong idea. It's not for your dog to live in!" She let out a long sigh of relief when she heard that it wasn't for her precious Honey. However, she didn't return to her desk. Instead, she stepped forward. "If you want to make a wire-grid display, why didn't you just buy one ready-made?" Jessica glanced at the delivery box on the floor and asked angrily, "You're not planning to lock Honey inside it while I'm in class, are you?" Lily Rivers, who adored dogs, overheard her and came over to eye me suspiciously. "Chloe, you've always complained that Honey runs around the dorm. You didn't really buy this to lock her up, did you? "Everyone knows she's gentle and well-behaved. Do you have to be so aggressive about this?" I looked at Lily, whose eyes were blazing with anger, and spoke with complete sincerity. "Honey is such a sweetheart. Who in their right mind would lock her up? I'll cut this wire cage apart and turn it into a grid wall right now. You two can relax." They believed I was sincere and returned to their desks. By my calculation, the dorm supervisor would come to inspect the rooms in another hour. I quickly cut apart the cage, flattened the metal panels, and hung up some small scenic cards. Then I posted a picture on social media. After finishing everything, I gathered my things and went to the study room. Jessica was famous for keeping small animals, and everyone else in the dorm knew about it. She also said that she once suffered from depression, and Honey had been the one to help her through that dark period. Later, Lily excitedly started chatting with Jessica about pets, and the two of them got along wonderfully. The following weekend, Jessica brought her pet dog back to the dorm after Lily encouraged her to do so. I thought that although pets weren't allowed at school, Jessica was still my roommate. Perhaps she only wanted Lily to meet Honey and would take her home after a few days, so I said nothing. Unexpectedly, Lily not only brought over all kinds of dog food but also set up a small bed on her own bunk. Honey seemed ready to make the dorm her permanent home. I stared at the waste the dog had left on the floor and paused to consider the situation. Lily, who loved dogs just as much, didn't seem bothered at all by Honey relieving herself wherever she pleased. But our other roommate, Mia Bennett, was so frightened that she stood frozen outside the dorm room several times, too afraid to go anywhere near Honey. After class, I tried to discuss the matter politely with Jessica and asked her to keep Honey under control and train her to stay quiet so she wouldn't disturb the rest of us. Jessica immediately took offense. She called me selfish and heartless, then spent a long time soothing Honey. Whenever the other girls questioned her decision to let Honey roam freely around the dorm, Jessica became explosive, as if she were ready to curse them out. I began finding unexplained yellow liquid on my bed. Chapter 2 I had resolved to discuss the matter with her calmly, so I ordered a wire cage online. I planned to keep Honey from running around while we were in class. Instead, Jessica launched into a vicious verbal attack and even labeled me as Honey's owner simply because I had bought the cage. My kindness earned me nothing. I was falsely accused and ultimately suffered a brutal death. After being given a second life, I decided to let Jessica raise her dog however she wanted. In my previous life, the dorm supervisor was checking the rooms when Honey, whom Jessica had hidden away, suddenly went berserk. She charged at the supervisor, knocked her down, and viciously tore into her arm and thigh. Lily, who claimed to love dogs, stood frozen in shock, while Mia, who had always been afraid of dogs, climbed onto her bed and refused to come down. Jessica slowly emerged from the bathroom. When she saw the scene before her, she simply stood there without moving. The dorm supervisor was in her fifties. She screamed as Honey bit her, and when I rushed forward to pull the dog away, Honey bit me several times as well. The clothes covering my arm were torn apart and stained with blood. Despite the pain, I kept wrestling with the dog. After several minutes, I finally managed to pull Honey away from the supervisor's arm. Although the dorm supervisor remained conscious, surviving the attack did not make her grateful. Instead, she insisted that Honey was my dog. She even threatened to report me to the school and demand severe punishment. When Honey lunged at the supervisor again, I stepped in front of her once more. However, the supervisor started screaming at me without bothering to hear the truth. "You've seriously violated the school rules! How could you keep a pet in the dorm?" "Ma'am, Honey isn't my pet." "Still trying to deny it? Why is no one else stepping forward? If she isn't your dog, why are you protecting her?" The supervisor didn't even listen to my explanation before declaring me guilty. Students from the neighboring rooms gathered around, recorded videos, and uploaded them online. When online users began asking who owned the dog, Jessica panicked. She used her allowance to hire paid commenters and deliberately directed the public outrage toward me. She even posted photos of the wire cage I purchased. That was how the internet came to believe I was Honey's owner. Lily and Mia were threatened by Jessica, and to my shock, they nodded and told reporters that Honey was my dog. When the dorm supervisor's son found out, he slapped me repeatedly until my face swelled beyond recognition. I bled heavily and eventually died from my injuries. Memories of the pain and helplessness from my previous life stabbed through my heart all over again. But this time, I had left the dorm well before the inspection. I wanted to see what would happen without me there. After calculating the dorm inspection time, I returned to the room. Just as expected, the dorm supervisor arrived with a flashlight and opened the door to Room 302. Honey lunged at her the moment the door opened again. This time, the dog tore into the supervisor's entire arm until it became a bloody mess. "Call an ambulance…" Lily and Mia both turned deathly pale, while Jessica didn't dare step forward. "Honey? Honey, stop!" Jessica finally seemed to react to the terrifying scene before her, but she only stood there screaming uselessly without taking a single step forward. Lily turned toward Jessica and shouted, "Jessica, get over there and stop her! That's your dog!" Jessica immediately grew wary and glared at Lily, shaking her head in fear. "How did Honey become like this? I'm scared too!" Jessica even took several steps backward. When she first brought Honey back, she confidently claimed that she had raised the dog for years and that Honey would never bite anyone. She never expected something like this to happen. Now, instead of stepping forward to stop her dog, she backed away and tried to escape. Honey showed no sign of stopping. Several male teachers eventually rushed over and rescued the dorm supervisor before taking her to the hospital, but her arm was already a mangled mess. Students from the neighboring dorms gathered around, recorded the attack, and uploaded the footage online. Some even posted a full-length video of the mauling, which quickly went viral. Students at our school were stunned, while furious online users posted questions demanding to know why the dog's owner had not stopped her. Chapter 3 [Whose dog is this? Why wasn't it secured during the dorm inspection?] [Wow, that was incredibly reckless. The only things I dare keep at school are mosquitoes and flies.] [Her roommates actually agreed to let her keep a dog! Now look what happened. The entire dorm is suffering!] Netizens and students from our school were all criticizing the dog's owner. As Jessica watched the endless stream of hateful comments, she panicked and collapsed onto the floor. Lily glanced at my storage rack before turning the conversation toward me. "Chloe, you already bought a wire cage. Why did you cut it apart? If Honey had stayed inside, she wouldn't have been able to get out and attack anyone!" I was so furious that I almost laughed. They had once been eager to help me bend the cage apart, yet now that something had gone wrong, they were still trying to blame me. Jessica seemed to seize on Lily's words and began crying pitifully. "Exactly, Chloe. Did you deliberately destroy the cage just to embarrass me?" I couldn't understand how she could say something like that. They insisted over and over that Honey needed her freedom and had acted as though they wanted to lock me inside the cage instead. Now that something had gone wrong, they still wanted to pin all the blame on me? Mia, who had remained silent until then, suddenly spoke. "Chloe, you're partly responsible too. Jessica is a well-regarded student leader. Why don't you say the dog is yours? That way, her reputation won't be affected." What an ungrateful wretch. I had worried that the dog would frighten her and spent so much time reassuring her not to be afraid. I even taught her all kinds of things about pet care. Yet now, simply to protect Jessica's reputation, she wanted me to admit that I owned the dog. I slammed my hand on the table. "So what if she's a well-regarded student leader? Does that mean she isn't responsible when her dog bites someone? Whoever brought the dog here is responsible for it! "If you're so worried about her, why don't you take the blame?" Mia stammered, "This is such a serious matter. I'd definitely be disciplined, and I'm scared…" She knew exactly how serious the situation was, yet she still wanted to push someone else forward to take the fall. It was ridiculous. Lily looked furious. "Chloe, why didn't you stop Honey when she was running loose? Now that someone has been hurt, you're obviously partly responsible! "It's not as if this will affect your chances of receiving a school award, so why not step up and take responsibility?" Mia quickly chimed in. "Exactly! Your grades are so good that the teachers will surely go easy on you. Jessica has already failed three classes. "If she gets a disciplinary record too, what happens if she can't graduate? We're roommates, at least. You can't be this selfish!" I let out a cold laugh. "Lily, aren't you close to our academic advisor? Since you're so eager to help, why don't you say that you were the one who brought the dog to school?" Lily fell silent. That evening, I saw a long post on social media. [I'm sorry, Mrs. Johnson. Chloe Carter was the one who brought the puppy into our dorm. She even took apart the cage, which caused Honey to lose control and attack you. [We warned her not to bring the dog back, and told her to keep Honey properly secured if she did, but she refused to listen and even accused us of meddling.] [We tried to persuade her to come out and apologize, but she's too stubborn to admit her mistake. We had no choice but to apologize to you on behalf of our roommate, Chloe Carter.] She also posted a photo of my desk. Jessica got ahead of me and immediately portrayed me as Honey's owner. "She posted a heartfelt apology and tagged several student council members, presenting herself as a responsible and respected student leader." I, meanwhile, became an ill-mannered and irresponsible college student. Jessica's post was quickly screenshotted and spread across the internet. My account soon became a trending topic. That night, someone suddenly kicked open the dorm room door, which had been locked from the inside. I knew the dorm supervisor's son had arrived. This time, however, the one who was about to suffer was Honey's real owner—Jessica.