Karma for the Roommate

atie Smith, wa

00°F, she refused to turn on the air conditioning. She always used my meal card for food, spread vile

t's the big deal about letting me

eme. She climbed onto the school rooftop, threatening to jump. When I w

er hospital bed. "If she hadn't bullied m

ss online abuse. Eventually, the hate drove me to my death. Even afte

st of fate, I was gi

l make us infertile. Only boys should use AC," Katie said, her voic

e remote, clearly intending to smash it. The room, the hea

I was back to that sweltering day during Sports B

ures soaring above 100°F-had sparked a conflict that spiraled out of control. She had retaliated by accusing me of bullying her, s

hy are you even arguing with me? And you do get out of those e

ng myself by documenting everything, recording videos to prevent furthe

dry. Knowing she had a habit of wearing others' clo

ersonal items. Plea

around and wear my underwear the next day

tive for HIV.

n, inciting everyone against me. "She probably got it from her sugar daddies," she'd claimed, her fans lapping

I would never fall f

it as agreement," Katie said. "Let's all stop usin

again, but I stepped forw

t mean no one else can. You don't get

r seen this side of me before. To

ediately stepped in to defend Katie, shielding h

have to make such a big deal out of it? Katie's j

tion of other dorm residents, who crowded

sumed I was bullying Katie. Their whispers

e the smirk creeping across her face

righteous savior, making grand ge

s biggest enabler, amplifying ever

al for all it was worth. She smeared my name, branding me a gold digger, a sugar baby, an

, she didn't stop. She doubled down, fabricatin

rushed by the cyberbullying. It ruined their company, tarnished their reputation, and

e with rage. I clenched my fists tightly, my nails

ack sarcastically. "Tell me, what kind of saint tol