On the first day of college, I found out my roommate was a former patient from the psychiatric ward where I was hospitalized. When her mother saw me, she threw a massive fit in the dorm, demanding I be expelled. "She has bipolar disorder! What if she goes crazy and kills someone?!" I pulled out my medical clearance, and although I was allowed to stay, I was subjected to endless side-eyes and whispers. My roommate kept apologizing to me, crying and begging me not to expose her own medical history. Later, she wreaked havoc in the dorm, stealing our suitemates' clothes and framing me for it, taking their makeup and falsely accusing me. When she had a mental breakdown over a breakup and tried to jump off a building, I saved her—only for her to tell everyone I pushed her. I was forcibly committed to a mental asylum and tortured to death. Reborn into this life, I slapped her right across the face! Yeah, that's right, I'm a psycho! 1 "What kind of cheap bedding is this? It's absolute garbage. Don't associate with this kind of student, she's definitely dead broke... " "...Why is it you?" "She's a psycho! What if she has an episode and kills someone?" The shrill voice of Chloe's mother pierced my ears. She was currently pointing at me, screaming a barrage of insults. I froze for a moment, in a daze, realizing I had been reborn and returned to my very first day of freshman year. "How can this university admit a mental patient?" "Hurry! Go get your RA! She's a psycho! We have to kick her out!" My roommates, who had just been defending me a moment ago, were now looking at me with strange, fearful expressions. On move-in day, I was the first one to arrive at the dorm. When I came back from getting some water, the bed I had meticulously made was tossed haphazardly onto the floor. "The window is too drafty, and the door is too close to the light switch. You can sleep over there, it's perfect." Just like today, Chloe's mother had stolen my chosen bed. When she turned around and saw me, there was not a single word of apology. Instead, she started screaming in the dorm that I was a psycho and demanded I be kicked out. In my past life, burdened by my history of bipolar disorder, I felt inferior and terrified. I treaded on eggshells and didn't utter a word in my defense. "Mom, stop it... " "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Chloe dragged her mother out the door while apologizing to me. Afterward, she pulled me aside, crying and begging me not to tell anyone about her medical history. "My mom is just overly worried about me. I am truly, incredibly sorry." During her senior year of high school, the immense academic pressure her family put on her caused her to develop severe clinical depression. At the time, her symptoms were so severe she suffered from mutism and incontinence. As a fellow high school senior who was hospitalized, I knew exactly how agonizing that journey was. My mother had passed away when I was born. I thought to myself, if my mother were still alive, would she worry about me like this too? In a moment of soft-heartedness, I let it go. After all, it was her mother who threw my bedding on the floor, not her. But what I didn't know back then was that Chloe later bought boba and snacks for the other roommates while I wasn't around. Using the little incident on move-in day as a segue, she "bravely" confessed that she had suffered from depression in high school, and then dramatically embellished the story of our encounter in the psych ward. My roommates, heartbroken by her past, instantly went on high alert against me. This time, I would not endure it or back down. Before Chloe could even drag her mother out the dorm door... I walked straight over, ripped the sheets her mother had just laid down right off the bed, and tossed my own bedding back into its rightful place. "Yeah, that's right! I am a psycho! And I don't internalize my stress, I externalize it! " "Chloe, please, I hope we can understand each other moving forward!" Chloe froze in shock. Her mother raised her voice and began reprimanding me: "Look! The psycho is having an episode! She actually ripped off the bed I spent half an hour making!" Still furious, she lunged at me, ready to strike. I ducked, dodging her hand, and as I stood back up, I delivered a stinging backhand right across her face! SMACK— Chloe's mother's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. It made sense. After all, when we were in the hospital, I was a timid, cowardly kid who had no one looking out for her. Unwilling to take the hit, she tried to strike back, but was grabbed by our RA, who had rushed over. To pacify Chloe's mother, the RA took them away first. The remaining girls in the dorm looked at each other in stunned silence. I simply pulled out my medical records and the official certificate of recovery issued by the hospital. "I did previously suffer from bipolar disorder, but I have never hurt anyone. Furthermore, after treatment, I have fully recovered. " "My medical history has already been reported to the university, and I have signed the relevant agreements. If you feel uncomfortable with me, you can apply to the RA for a room transfer." 2 During my senior year of high school, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. My dad called me a psycho and tried to force me to jump off the balcony. "You're a psycho anyway, your whole life is ruined. You might as well do something useful. " "Dad has no choice, I owe hundreds of thousands in gambling debts. I bought life insurance for you... " "If you die, Dad's debts will be paid off." I barely made it out of that so-called home alive that day. Clutching the scholarship money I had saved over the years, I knelt on the floor and begged my dad. I told him I would make money to pay off his debts. I told him I was a straight-A student, and once I got into a good college and started working, I could make even more money for him. I don't know if he was moved by my words, or if he just felt a brief moment of pity. He smoked a cigarette, and hesitated. I don't remember how I escaped the house. I took a bus to my mother's grave. It was only then that I dared to break down and cry. Later, my grandmother used her pension to pay for my hospitalization. I was hospitalized for two months, working hard to cooperate with the treatment. When I couldn't sleep, I would get up, do practice tests, and study. Despite taking two months off from school, my grades didn't slip. Instead, I ranked first in the five-school mock exams. I gave it everything I had and was accepted into a prestigious university far away in the North. That summer, I didn't dare slack off for a single second. I worked three jobs a day. I left the house at 5 AM to collect recycling on the streets, cleaned a martial arts studio in the afternoon, and washed dishes at a restaurant at night. I lived frugally and finally scraped together enough for my freshman tuition. Once in college, not only did I have to keep up with my coursework, but I also had to earn my own living expenses. And every month, I still had to wire money to my dad. Later, when Chloe tried to commit suicide by jumping off a building and was saved, she was terrified her mother would yell at her, so she insisted I was the one who pushed her. To get revenge, her mother hired someone to investigate my family background. For the price of ten thousand dollars from her mother... My dad signed the papers, committing me to the mental asylum Chloe's mother had arranged. In the end, I was tortured to death. In my past life, I always thought that since my mother was dead, I couldn't afford to lose my father too. Even if he no longer loved me, I was still willing to help him pay off his debts. Yet he tried to take my life, time and time again. In this life, looking at the incoming call from my dad on my phone, I immediately hung up. 3 "I'm so incredibly sorry for disturbing everyone on move-in day. I brought boba for everyone, please forgive me." Chloe placed a boba tea and some snacks on each roommate's desk. Only my desk was empty. I had picked up a part-time job and had just come back to grab something. It was exactly this day. Chloe sighed, a layer of mist forming in her eyes. "During my senior year of high school, the academic pressure was so intense I developed clinical depression. " "That time was so hard, I don't even know how I survived it... " "To be honest with you all, Victoria is a fellow patient I met while hospitalized. She has bipolar disorder, not like me, I just had depression... I've seen her manic episodes, it was truly terrifying. " "And her family background isn't great. Her dad is a gambling addict, and her mom was reportedly beaten to death by him... " "My mom was just worried about me, which is why she acted like that on move-in day." Bella took the boba tea and comforted her: "You didn't do anything wrong. Manic episodes are inherently scary, you don't need to apologize to anyone." Mia blinked her big eyes and asked bluntly: "So is your depression cured now?" Chloe's face suddenly didn't look so good, as if she were about to cry. "It's mostly cured. I promise it won't affect anyone's life or studies. " "The doctor said I'm quite sensitive and need to live in a positive, uplifting environment. " "That's why my mom didn't want me rooming with Victoria." I couldn't be bothered to stand by the door eavesdropping anymore and pushed the door right open. Seeing me, Chloe immediately changed her tune. "Vicky, I thought you went to your part-time job, so I didn't get you a boba. How about this, you can have mine! I haven't opened it yet." I pushed the boba away: "A rat has skin, yet a person can be without dignity. A rat has a body, yet a person can be without manners. If a person has no manners, why don't they just die?" Chloe was stunned for three seconds before she finally processed it. "Waaaaah—Vicky, why are you insulting me? " "I really didn't know you were coming back today, I didn't leave you out on purpose." Chloe lowered her head and started sobbing, looking incredibly wronged. "Forget insulting you to your face. If you can't hear me clearly, I'll carve it on your tombstone!" Bella's savior complex flared up, and she stood up to shield Chloe. "Victoria, why are you being so toxic?" It was exactly like this in my past life. Every time Chloe shifted the blame onto me... Bella's savior complex would go into overdrive, and she'd be the first to jump out and defend her. "None of your damn business!" "You!... " Bella didn't expect me to clap back directly. After all, she was the professor's pet and the interim class president. In my past life, my financial aid spot was forcefully given to Chloe by her, manipulating the process from the inside. Chloe took that financial aid money, treated the roommates to a fancy dinner, bought the newest iPhone, and even paid for her HPV vaccine. "What do you mean 'You'? " "If I don't want her boba, I'm toxic? Is her boba encrusted with diamonds? I don't want it, and you're calling me toxic? Is your brain filled with water and missing a drainpipe? " "If you're lacking a few brain cells, go get your atrociously underdeveloped mind checked out! " "Hurry up and take your twisted morals to a doctor, early treatment means early recovery!" 4 A few days into the semester, I had completely burned my bridges with Chloe and Bella. In my past life, because I had the highest entrance exam scores in the class, I was nominated to run for the student council. But at the time, crippled by the stigma of my bipolar history, I withdrew my candidacy. Reborn into this life, I had completely changed my mindset. As long as your mindset is strong, you can mess with everyone else's. If your mindset is weak, you'll just end up getting messed with. I pushed past my internal anxiety and stood at the podium to deliver my campaign speech. When the speech ended, to my surprise, I was met with applause. Taking advantage of the moment the applause died down and the classroom went quiet, Chloe deliberately said in a cloying voice: "Vicky, you're amazing! Even with bipolar disorder, you still ran for class president. Unlike me, I've never even run for a student council position." Yep, the whole class heard it. Chloe covered her mouth in feigned surprise, then tried to cover it up: "It's okay, it's okay. Even though you have bipolar, I believe you can definitely do a great job." Facing the stares of the entire class, I smiled and openly acknowledged my medical history. I directly posted photos of my hospital clearance and the enrollment agreement I signed with the university into the class group chat. [Wait, isn't she the person featured in the latest episode of "Youth Onward" interviews?] [What "Youth Onward"?] [Here! This one, it's trending.] [It really is her!] Soon, a classmate posted a video from "Youth Onward" into the class group chat. Many people started expressing their support for me. [Oh my god, she's so inspiring!] [Seriously... I'm about to cry.] [Victoria, you have my vote!] Chloe watched the video in the group chat, her face turning completely black. In the end, I successfully secured a spot on the student council with the top three highest votes. The content creator behind "Youth Onward" was someone I met at 5 AM while collecting recycling on the streets. He gave me fifty bucks and asked if I would record a video interview. I was desperate for money at the time, so I agreed. In my past life, I didn't want my bipolar history exposed, so I made an agreement with the creator to release the video only after I graduated from college. Why was it released early now? Perhaps it was the butterfly effect of being reborn? I didn't expect it would end up helping me out so much right now. After the election, Bella was demoted from interim class president to the activities coordinator. She was very unhappy. Back in the dorm, Chloe was trying hard to comfort her: "It's okay. Look at Victoria, her popularity was so high, but she still didn't get class president, did she? Just a useless academic representative. " "Being the activities coordinator is great! You interact with the professors a lot, and in the future, when you organize events, you'll get to know all the outstanding upperclassmen. " "Unlike me. Victoria liked your Instagram post, but she didn't like mine. Because you're the activities coordinator, she looks up to you, but me... " I pulled back my bed curtain and fired right back: "Whether I become class president or not, whether it's useless or not, is none of your damn business! " "Like your post? You posted 'Good things come to those who wait.' What exactly did you want me to 'like' about that? " "If you want to be a donkey, hurry up and go grind some wheat! " "The deepest oceans have nothing on the shallowness of your mouth! " "If I hear you talking shit about me behind my back again, I'm going to wring your neck!" I raised my hand as if I was going to slap her. Chloe broke down, her mouth turning down into a pout, and she burst into loud sobs. 5 Even more miraculously, after we had explicitly burned our bridges... Chloe actually asked me to help her do a group project. "Vicky, you're the academic representative. I really don't know how to do this part, can you help me with it?" I shoved my book into my backpack and glanced at her laptop. "You don't know how to do it. How is that my problem?" "Vicky... you... I already apologized to you, why are you... ? Waaaaah... " Chloe had another breakdown. Saint Bella arrived on the scene immediately: "Victoria, why are you bullying Chloe again? " "Besides, this is our dorm's group project. If it's not done well, won't it affect your grade too? What's the big deal with helping out a little? " "Chloe, ignore her! I'll ask a senior to help us." A senior? Isn't that the same scumbag, Liam, who drove Chloe to suicide? I really wanted to see if, in this life, Chloe was still beyond saving. 6 Group projects were basically assigned by dorm rooms. In my past life, for the sake of living peacefully with my roommates... I ended up doing the vast majority of our group's work by myself. But every time the grades came out, they all shared the credit equally. In this life, I decisively split from the dorm group before the assignments were finalized. Although the RA had previously rejected my request for a room transfer... He agreed to let me work independently on the project without any hesitation. To complete the project better as a solo team, I practically lived in the library for the past few days. There was a botanical garden on the first floor of the library. It had very few desks and chairs, making it the most sought-after spot in the entire building. Students either had to arrive super early to grab a seat or leave their books there in advance to reserve it. There was an unwritten rule in the "seat reserving" community: if no one showed up by 10 AM, the seat was considered vacant and could be used by others. I arrived early today, it was only 9 AM, and there were only a few people in the library. But the book I had left on my seat inside was thrown onto a seat right next to a drafty vent. I picked up my book and looked toward my original seat. It was Chloe and her boyfriend, Liam. They were staring at a laptop, looking like they were discussing the project. But they were giggling and messing around, and Liam's hand had reached from Chloe's shoulder all the way down to her chest. Gross. I grabbed my book, intending to head to the second-floor study room. As I walked past Chloe, I chose to ignore her. But Chloe's voice reached my ears. "Vicky! Couldn't find a seat? " "If you want to sit in the botanical garden next time, you have to get here earlier. " "My seat here was reserved by Liam super early this morning." Hearing this, I stopped in my tracks. "You're saying he reserved this seat super early this morning?" Liam removed his hand from Chloe's body and sat up straight. He ran a greasy hand through his hair, nodding with what he thought was a handsome smirk. He deliberately lowered his voice: "Yeah, I got here super early today." "Aren't you that Victoria from 'Youth Onward'? Call me 'babe,' and I'll save a seat for you next time too." Chloe poked Liam, clearly displeased. "I thought you only saved seats for me." Yuck! I seriously wanted to throw up. I took my book and SMACKED it down hard on their table. "Does this book look familiar to you? " "Does it look like the one you threw out of here bright and early this morning?" Liam glanced at my book, shaking his head, refusing to admit it. "Victoria! What do you mean by that? You're not allowed to slander Liam!" I picked up my book, disgustedly dusting it off. "Heh, Dumb and Dumber, you guys are truly a match made in heaven." "Victoria!" Liam slammed the table and stood up, aiming a slap right at my face! I was caught off guard. "Victoria! Let me tell you, even if you are a psycho, I'm not afraid of you! " "This slap is me paying you back for my future mother-in-law!" It happened so suddenly, before I could even react, I was knocked to the floor. Liam lunged at me, ready to keep hitting me, but Chloe grabbed his sleeve. "Liam, don't lower yourself to the level of a psycho." Chloe looked like she was breaking up a fight, but the corners of her mouth were turned up in a smirk she couldn't hide. I pushed myself up from the floor. "Alright! Since you threw the first punch, let's go!" Under Chloe's watchful eyes, I beat the absolute crap out of Liam. I avoided any vital organs, but I hit him where it hurt the most. Liam clutched his knees, groaning in pain, unable to stand up. Over the summer, leaving early and coming home late, manual labor had built up my muscles. While I was cleaning the martial arts studio, the master knew I was doing it to earn tuition money and took great care of me. During his free time, he taught me quite a few moves for self-defense. "Liam, are you okay? " "Victoria?! How could you hit him? I... I'm going to tell the RA!" I dusted off my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. "Fine, go tell him, I'm ready whenever. There are security cameras here, it's crystal clear who threw the first punch. " "I suggest when you watch the footage, you also take a good look at exactly how he 'reserved' the seat this morning." Chloe looked at Liam. Liam gritted his teeth, kept his head down, and backed out. Chloe broke down, letting out a wail and bursting into tears. 7 In the end, Chloe didn't report the incident to the RA. But it blew up on the campus forum. An anonymous post uploaded a heavily edited video of me fighting Liam. [To steal a seat, a bipolar freshman has a manic episode and violently assaults an innocent classmate.] As soon as the post went up, it was pushed to the top of the trending page. [Psychos really are ruthless when they snap. One girl beat a guy up that badly.] [Terrifying. Psychos can go to college now? Our living environment is so dangerous.] [I know her, she's usually very emotionally stable. Must be a misunderstanding, right?] [I've been to the library the past few days too. She gets there really early every day and likes to sit in the northeast corner. I remember she leaves a book to reserve her seat every day. The time on this video is clearly before 10 AM, so her seat was stolen, right?] [Even if her seat was stolen, she shouldn't have gone crazy and hit someone.] ... The video was clearly from the botanical garden's security cameras. Usually, without written approval from the RA, it's incredibly difficult for students to check the security footage. I had no idea who released this footage. Soon, many upperclassmen from other departments started reporting to the university administration, demanding my expulsion. My former hostile roommate, Bella, also started messaging me: [Vicky, I feel like your mental state hasn't been great lately. Why don't you take a leave of absence and go home to rest for a bit?] [I'm fine, no need, thanks.] I replied to Bella, but she kept relentlessly urging me to take a leave of absence. I simply muted her chat window. The incident continued to escalate until the forum admins finally locked the thread. The RA found me, demanding I go to a local hospital for a re-evaluation, stating I could only continue attending classes if I brought back a medical clearance certificate. I agreed to his demand and planned to go for the checkup the next day. But that very night, I was kicked out of the dorm by the RA and a few students he brought with him. I didn't even have time to pack my things. "What right do you have to kick me out?" The RA looked down his nose at me: "Victoria, your current mental state poses a threat to the safety of the other students. Please stay off-campus until your test results come back. " "You can also contact your family immediately to come to the university and handle this." The RA knew about my family situation. Contact my family? How could I possibly call the father who repeatedly tried to get me killed? "Sir, how am I threatening the safety of other students? I brought my medical clearance before the semester started, and I signed the agreements the university required. " "If you're talking about the video on the campus forum, if you just go look at the full security footage, you'll know exactly what the truth is." The RA completely ignored my words, insisting that I leave the dorm that very night. "Then let's let the police handle it." I gripped my phone and started dialing. Seeing that I was about to call 911, the students pinned me down and snatched my phone. The RA threatened me: "Victoria, if you insist on blowing this up, you can forget about continuing your education here!" I clenched my fists tightly. But tears still traitorously fell down my face. Even after being reborn, could I still not escape this fate? It was only after I promised the RA I wouldn't call the police that night and was escorted out the campus gates... That I finally got my phone back. The money in my pocket needed to be saved for the hospital checkup and the medical certificate. What was left wasn't enough to cover a hotel room. I found an internet cafe near the campus gates and booked a computer for two consecutive nights. After getting the medical report and certificate from a local top-tier hospital, I rushed back to the university immediately. The RA looked at my medical certificate, frowned, and waved his hand, telling me to leave. I stood rooted to the spot, refusing to go. "You want a room transfer? Not possible, unless you can find a student willing to swap rooms with you yourself." I shook my head: "Sir, did you go check the security footage from the botanical garden? That day, Liam threw the first punch, I was just acting in self-defense..." Before I could finish, the RA cut me off: "Victoria, the semester just started, and there have already been two major incidents because of your bipolar disorder. How did I get so unlucky to end up with a student like you! " "I'm warning you, don't cause any more trouble for me in the future, or I will personally file for your expulsion!" I tightly gripped my phone in my pocket, which was currently recording the conversation, and stayed silent.
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