My best friend was a prankfluencer, and she’d gone viral for humiliating people online. On my birthday, she gave me a giant cake. After I blew out the candles, she reached out, intending to smash my head into it. But instead, it was her eyes that were pierced and blinded by the cake’s support pillars. 1 “Happy birthday, Daisy!” My so-called best friend placed an enormous cake in front of me, and everyone around us gasped at Skylar’s extravagant gesture. I looked up, my face beaming with feigned excitement at Skylar. “Skylar, thank you! You’re just too good to me.” My sugary compliments always worked wonders on Skylar, and she immediately started boasting about her gift to her phone. I subtly glanced at Skylar’s screen from the corner of my eye. The chat was flooded with comments. Of course, she was live-streaming. At everyone’s urging, I closed my eyes to make a wish. The excited chatter of the crowd buzzed around me, each voice a stark reminder that I’d been given a second chance. I made no wish. My mind was consumed by the agonizing memory of my cruel death in the previous life. If I had one wish, it was for Skylar to experience everything I had endured, in excruciating detail. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and blew out the candles, my gaze fixed on Skylar’s movements. “Alright, everyone, today’s all about Daisy! Don’t hold back, let’s get this party started!” Just as expected, Skylar leaned forward, reaching a hand out towards the back of my head. I seized the moment, ducking down just before her hand could connect. I casually picked up a fork from the floor, feigning mild annoyance. “Oh, darn it. We already have so many people, and now a fork’s on the floor. Not enough to go around!” Then, I watched the scene unfolding before me in feigned shock. “Ah!” With a startled shriek, Skylar, due to her own momentum, tumbled forward, headfirst into the cake. Karma, perhaps, that her face landed right in the center of it. I repeated Skylar’s words from my past life, keeping the upbeat energy going. “Hahaha, looks like Skylar really wanted a piece of that cake, she just dove right in!” The room erupted in laughter, everyone teasing Skylar mercilessly. “Skylar, you’re so greedy! It’s not even your birthday, why are you hogging the cake?” Several hands eagerly pressed Skylar's head down further, ensuring the cream was spread even more evenly. I glanced at Skylar’s live-streaming phone; the live chat was a sea of ‘LOLs’ and ‘Hahas.’ 2 But Skylar kept her head buried in the cake, not rising. A guy who loved being in the thick of things reached out, grabbed Skylar’s hair, and yanked her upright. This sent a splatter of cream everywhere, making everyone recoil a few steps. Skylar’s face was covered in cake cream, her perfectly applied makeup utterly ruined. But Skylar’s eyes were tightly shut, her whole body swaying precariously. Everyone was still cracking jokes about her appearance when Skylar suddenly snapped her eyes open. Her gaze was unfocused, and her state clearly off. I knew that feeling—she was about to pass out. What was truly horrifying, though, was the fresh blood welling from her left eye. This gruesome sight left the attention-seeking guy frozen in shock. “It wasn’t me! I just tried to pull her out! You all saw it, you have to vouch for me!” The guy immediately let go of Skylar, frantically explaining himself to the onlookers. Deprived of his support, Skylar collapsed onto the table with a thud. Seeing that the spectacle had gone far enough, I urgently spoke up. “Enough chatter! Call an ambulance!” That finally jolted everyone, and they scrambled for their phones to dial 911. I thoughtfully picked up Skylar’s live-streaming phone, turning it to the camera and apologizing to the viewers. “I’m so sorry, everyone, there’s been an accident. The live stream might have to end here. I need to go to the hospital with Skylar.” A stream of concerned comments scrolled by, interspersed with praises for me. “This girl is so sweet! Suddenly feel bad about all those pranks we pulled on her before.” I stared at that comment, a momentary flicker of distraction. Just as I was about to end the stream, the screen was flooded with “DON’T END IT! WE WANT UPDATES!” I mused for a few seconds, then decisively agreed. 3 “Daisy, how are my eyes?” Skylar finally woke up, her left eye wrapped in a thick bandage. My expression grave, eyes brimming with tears, I delivered the devastating news. “I’m so sorry, Skylar. The doctor said your left eye will most likely be permanently blind. The pillar went too deep. It’s a miracle you even survived.” At my words, Skylar froze, utterly stunned. I reached out, wanting to take her hand and comfort her, but she violently flung it away. I let myself fall to the floor with the motion, wrapping my arms around my knees and quietly weeping. “Don’t pretend to care! This is all your fault! If you hadn’t moved, I wouldn’t be blind!” I hung my head in shame, my voice thick with feigned tears, as I apologized. “I’m so sorry, Skylar. If I had known, I’d have rather been blind myself than let this happen to you.” My heartfelt apology seemed to remind Skylar of something, and she suddenly became stiff. I continued my act of misery. “Skylar, don’t worry, I’ll definitely help you find a way to heal your eye.” Skylar, however, abruptly changed the subject, frantically searching for her phone. I pointed to her live-streaming phone in the distance, explaining what had happened. Skylar’s face instantly contorted, and she snapped at me to bring her the phone immediately. “How dare you touch someone else’s things without permission? This is so annoying!” I meekly took the phone from its stand, only to see the comments now fiercely defending me. “What’s wrong with Skylar? Daisy’s been running around for her, handling hospital admission, even lending money for upfront fees, and this is how she repays her? Seriously ungrateful!” “Yeah, what happened to our sweet, adorable Skylar? She’s so snappy now!” “Honestly, I’ve always found her annoying. No sense of boundaries with her pranks.” I fought to keep the triumphant smirk from twisting my lips, then handed the phone to Skylar. Skylar naturally saw the comments too, and her face became a kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions. Skylar quickly smoothed her hair, then turned to the camera, explaining in a syrupy, high-pitched voice. “I’m so sorry, everyone. I just lost control for a moment. Waaah, I’m just so heartbroken…” Her shrill voice and phony demeanor made my stomach churn. 4 No matter how many fans Skylar had, or how much she raked in from endorsements, medical science wasn’t going to bend to her will. On the day she was discharged, Skylar, still in denial, badgered the doctors about her condition, but still received the same grim prognosis: “Highly likely to be permanently blind.” Back in the dorm, it wasn’t a few days after she was discharged that Skylar resumed her pranking antics. These days, Skylar was constantly holding her phone, searching for new content, and I, predictably, was her new target. “Daisy, have you felt anything… different these past few days?” “Daisy, have you washed your hair recently?” She should have looked pitiful with the bandage wrapped around her eye, but all I saw on her face was a chilling delight. I shook my head, feigning complete bewilderment. Skylar’s face fell, just as expected. Then I suddenly spoke up. “Oh, you know, now that you mention it, I have been feeling a bit tired and noticed some hair loss lately.” Skylar’s previously drooping lips instantly curved upwards. “Skylar, why are you so happy about me losing hair? Did you… do something?” 5 Just as she started to stammer out a panicked explanation, I cut her off, blocking her excuse. “Hahaha, you look so flustered! I’m just kidding with you.” Skylar’s expression relaxed. “Hahaha, Skylar, the way you look so relieved makes me even more suspicious now.” I deliberately drew out my words, savoring the wicked pleasure of watching Skylar’s pupils flicker with unease. Then I answered my own question: “Makes you wonder why you’re so easy to trick, hahaha. You’re just too cute!” Skylar’s carefully constructed composure finally shattered under my teasing. A silent, wicked chuckle rose within me. Oh, you want to see hair loss, do you? This time, you’ll get an eyeful. 6 “Argh! Why is so much of my hair falling out?!” Skylar’s shriek shattered the dorm’s peace. The other roommates peered out, curious about the commotion. Skylar stumbled out of the bathroom, clutching a large clump of dark hair in her hand. And the top of her head was now conspicuously bald in patches. The source of that tangled mass of hair in her hand was painfully obvious. “Oh my god, Skylar, I’ve only seen hair loss this bad from cancer online. Maybe you should get checked out at the hospital?” A kind roommate urged Skylar to get medical attention, but Skylar, however, wasn’t grateful in the least. She snapped back, her voice laced with venom. “Who are you wishing cancer on? You have cancer! Your whole family has cancer!” Suddenly, Skylar’s gaze swung to me. “It was you!” Her hateful glare sent a shiver down my spine, but I replied, feigning confusion. “What is it, Skylar? What about me?” Skylar’s lips worked for a few seconds, but she ultimately said nothing, only glaring at me before stomping back into the bathroom. Of course, she wouldn't say anything. After all, this was her own handiwork; she had no one to blame but herself. Instead, the roommate who had just been attacked by Skylar came over, defending me. “Hmph, what kind of person is that? We were just trying to be nice, and she treats us like this. Seriously ungrateful!” I pitifully defended Skylar, only for my roommates to label me ‘too kind.’ That night, I saw Skylar’s shampoo bottle in the trash. A full bottle, yet it had been discarded. The reason? It wasn’t just shampoo inside that bottle. It was mixed with hair removal cream. And I, well, I had merely swapped our shampoo bottles. In my past life, I had unknowingly used the shampoo a few times, and almost all my hair had fallen out. My best friend, far from comforting me, had filmed my patchy scalp and posted it online. With its bizarre subject matter and funny editing, that video actually made Skylar go viral. Infuriated, I demanded Skylar take down the video and those humiliating photos, but she just casually brushed me off. “Don’t be so petty, Daisy. Why are you so sensitive now?” Petty? Anyone would be furious if their long hair was ruined by patchy baldness. I thought it would end there, but Skylar went further, turning my photos into memes and posting them in the school group chats. My thoughts snapped back to the present, and a new idea for my plan began to form. 7 “Ring! Ring!” Class began. It was a general education lecture, with students from several different departments. I glanced at Skylar, bundled in a hat and wig, then at the fierce wind outside the window. The weather was truly unpleasant today; branches thrashed wildly, yet the sun was blindingly bright. I turned to my classmates. “Should we open the window? I bet the breeze outside would be really refreshing.” Several roommates, eyeing the stuffy classroom, quickly nodded in agreement. Skylar, in particular, was a hundred percent on board. “Daisy, go ahead! Just try not to get yelled at by the professor.” Ever since Skylar had been the victim of her own prank, she’d grown suspicious of me, scrutinizing my every move, finding fault with everything. This time, she wanted someone else to do her dirty work, too lazy to open the window herself, yet desperate to relieve her stifling heat. After all, wearing a wig and hat in this kind of heat was pure torture. Of course, I was happy to oblige. Otherwise, the coming show wouldn't go on. I opened the window, and a cool breeze immediately rushed into the classroom. Skylar squinted blissfully into the breeze, even lifting her hat to let the air circulate. The other students gave me a thumbs-up, but only Skylar, despite enjoying the coolness, continued to nitpick. “Tsk, tsk. Daisy’s only good for this much, I guess.” 8 “Ah!” Suddenly, a startled cry echoed. I whirled around, just in time to see a hat and wig tumbling through the air. A student in the back row, perhaps not quite seeing what the dark, flying object was, let out a startled yell. “Whoa, what the heck is that?!” Then, someone instinctively snatched it up and flung it even further. Meanwhile, Skylar frantically touched her suddenly bare scalp, terror creeping across her entire face. Seeing this, I immediately shrieked, “Oh no, Skylar’s wig flew off! Everyone, help her catch it!” My words sent Skylar into a complete breakdown, and she bolted after her wig. All I felt was a blur of motion beside me. Now, the entire class turned to stare, eyes glued to Skylar. Even the professor gaped at Skylar’s shiny scalp and the few pathetic strands of hair remaining. A few mischievous students pulled out their phones, snapping photos of Skylar's head like crazy, and the whole situation spiraled out of control. The professor finally snapped out of it and put a stop to the chaos. But before class even ended, humiliating photos of Skylar were already flooding every campus forum. I looked down at the post on my phone: Campus Confession Page: “To Skylar from the English department: Your gleaming scalp captivates me, your frantic dash enthralls me. Please, grant me the chance to pursue you!” The post included a photo taken from an incredibly awkward angle, perfectly capturing Skylar at her baldest and most enraged. The comments section was a goldmine of hilarious and savage replies. I nearly burst out laughing, masking it with a few feigned coughs. Skylar whirled around, glaring at me, her eyes spitting fire. I flashed a wide smile. “Why are you so petty now? I was just having some fun with everyone. It’s all in jest, no malice intended.” Panting with rage, she buried her head in her arms on the desk, sobbing softly. Cruel, you ask? In my past life, when my hair had almost completely fallen out, what did Skylar do? She “accidentally” knocked my hat off in front of everyone. There were only a few people who saw it then, but Skylar deliberately kicked my hat away, then shouted at the top of her lungs: “Oh my god, Daisy, I’m so sorry! I just wanted to help you pick up your hat! Don’t worry, everyone, I’m sure nobody will laugh. It’s just hair removal cream mistaken for shampoo, right? No big deal!” After that announcement, everyone on the path swarmed around, pointing and snapping photos with their phones. What I didn’t know then was that Skylar was live-streaming the entire time. Tens of thousands witnessed my humiliation, live.
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