The Architect of Her Own Demise

Da Caomei

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"Gabrielle? Are you awake?" The whisper cut through the dark, the same saccharine sweetness that had once chilled me to the bone. My eyes snapped open, a breath catching in my throat. I wasn't in the cramped, lonely apartment where I'd taken my own life. I was back in my Boston University dorm, sophomore year, the exact moment the psychological torture had begun. In my last life, my roommate Molly Fuller, the seemingly naive small-town girl, methodically dismantled my sanity, piece by piece. From "accidental" coffee spills on my laptop to "innocent" lies that ruined my relationships, her constant torment culminated in a crippling mental breakdown. I lost my scholarship, my future, and eventually, the will to live. I died alone, haunted by her pervasive manipulations, utterly bewildered by how someone so seemingly innocent could orchestrate such a devastating campaign of destruction. But this time, as her silhouette materialized through the curtain, my heart didn't pound with fear. It thrummed with a cold, hard rhythm of vengeance. This time, I knew every single move she would make, and I would make her regret every single one.

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Chapter 9

01-06 20:38

Introduction

"Gabrielle? Are you awake?" The whisper cut through the dark, the same saccharine sweetness that had once chilled me to the bone.

My eyes snapped open, a breath catching in my throat. I wasn't in the cramped, lonely apartment where I'd taken my own life. I was back in my Boston University dorm, sophomore year, the exact moment the psychological torture had begun.

In my last life, my roommate Molly Fuller, the seemingly naive small-town girl, methodically dismantled my sanity, piece by piece. From "accidental" coffee spills on my laptop to "innocent" lies that ruined my relationships, her constant torment culminated in a crippling mental breakdown.

I lost my scholarship, my future, and eventually, the will to live. I died alone, haunted by her pervasive manipulations, utterly bewildered by how someone so seemingly innocent could orchestrate such a devastating campaign of destruction.

But this time, as her silhouette materialized through the curtain, my heart didn't pound with fear. It thrummed with a cold, hard rhythm of vengeance. This time, I knew every single move she would make, and I would make her regret every single one.