My roommate loved wearing a masquerade mask and doing provocative live streams from our dorm room. She intentionally wore my clothes and even copied my exact style. At first, I didn't think much of it. Until one day, I was dragged into the street, stripped naked, and screamed at in public for being a homewrecker. Right after that, a man she had scammed out of his entire life savings lunged at me and stabbed me eleven times. As I lay dying, he spat through gritted teeth. "You took every penny I had, and I didn't even get to see your real face. You deserve to die." In that agonizing moment, I finally realized Haley had used me as her scapegoat. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she asked to borrow my clothes. "Summer, can I borrow your dress? I don't have anything cute to wear for my stream tonight." After a blinding flash of crimson, my vision cleared. I was standing right inside my college dorm room. In that instant, I realized I had been reborn. "Summer! Did you hear me? Let me borrow your dress! I'll give it back as soon as I'm done streaming!" In my past life, Haley constantly wore my clothes to do provocative dance streams. When she first started, she claimed she just wanted to earn some extra money for tuition and rent. She didn't have any nice clothes, so she begged me for mine. Feeling sorry for her struggling financial situation, I gladly agreed every single time. Little did I know, this was just her way of shifting the risk onto me. And I, like an idiot, became her ultimate sacrificial lamb. Seeing my lack of response, Haley snapped. "Summer! Are you deaf?" All my built-up rage exploded at that moment. "Get lost!" Haley flinched, clearly shocked by my harsh tone. "Summer, why are you being so mean?" Our other roommate, Chloe, immediately jumped to her defense. "Seriously, if you don't want to lend it, just say so. No need to be a bitch about it!" Haley squeezed out some tears, looking incredibly victimized. "Summer, I know I'm poor and can't afford nice dresses like yours." "I only asked because I wanted to look pretty, get more viewers, and make some money to send back to my family." "If you don't want to help, you could have just said no. You didn't have to scream at me." I stood up, staring her dead in the eye. "You want to borrow my dress? Fine. Take off that mask and show your actual face on camera." "You wear my clothes, hide your face, and yet you leaked our university name and journalism major to your viewers." "Your username is literally my name, Summer. What exactly are you trying to imply to your followers?" "You made us promise not to tell anyone you stream, but now everyone on campus is whispering behind my back, thinking I'm the one posting thirst traps!" "Have you defended me even once? You get all the cash gifts, and I get all the slut-shaming!" "And can you wear my clothes properly for once? You always pull down the straps and unbutton the chest! What, is it physically painful for you not to show cleavage?" I glared at the fake beauty mark on her chest. "To make everyone believe you're me, you even drew a fake beauty mark on your chest, exactly where mine is." "Haley, do you really think you can hide behind that mask forever?" My sudden outburst left Haley speechless. She burst into actual tears. Chloe frowned, crossing her arms. "Summer, back off. Haley is just trying to make a living. Cut her some slack." "Her struggles aren't my fault, but the rumors ruining my life are definitely hers. And Chloe, do you know what kind of people die first in horror movies?" "Who?" "People like you! The ones who always try to play the savior." "Why!" Fuming, Chloe dragged Haley away. "Who does she think she is? Just because her family has a little money!" I didn't bother arguing. Chloe was close to Haley and had always helped her cover up the streaming. Haley and I had very similar body types. If she wore a mask and my clothes, anyone who didn't know us well would easily mistake her for me. In my past life, she exploited this. She wore my clothes and acted incredibly flirtatious on camera. She called her viewers "babe" and promised she would go on a date with whoever sent her the biggest gifts. She even took her chats with them off the app. I didn't know the details of what they talked about. But during that time, she started spending money like crazy and constantly received luxury designer gifts. I figured she was taking massive amounts of cash from these guys, promising them a real relationship and meet-ups. Then, one day, she suddenly handed me her designer bag and told me to go to a specific location, claiming she had set up a birthday surprise for me.
Since my birthday was right around the corner, I stupidly believed her. I took the bag and headed over without a second thought. But as soon as I arrived, a group of people ambushed me. Leading them was a wealthy, high-society woman, Amber Vance. She screamed at the top of her lungs. "You little slut. Sleeping with a married man at your age. Didn't your parents raise you right?" Before I could react, her thugs pinned me down and started tearing at my clothes. I shrieked in panic. "I'm not a homewrecker! You have the wrong person!" Amber ripped the designer bag out of my hands. "My husband bought this exact bag! Don't play dumb with me!" In an instant, the cold truth hit me. Haley had set me up. "This bag belongs to my roommate! She's the one who sent me here! She's a streamer, her username is Summer!" Amber let out a mocking laugh. "Wow, you're a good liar. Strip her! Let's see how tough she is when she's naked!" "I'm really not Summer! She framed me!" No matter how hard I cried, no one believed me. "This is illegal! I'll call the cops!" Amber clapped her hands, addressing the gathering crowd. "Everyone, look at this shameless homewrecker! She seduced my husband, begged him to divorce me, and even made him buy her a luxury condo!" "She's a college student, but she spends her nights doing suggestive streams to lure in married men. Absolutely disgusting!" Completely helpless, I pleaded with the bystanders. "Please help me! I'm innocent! I'm not the girl she's looking for, that's my roommate!" My shirt was ripped open, exposing the beauty mark on my chest. When Amber saw the mark, her eyes flared with pure rage. "You lying bitch! Let's see you deny it now!" She pulled up one of Haley's streaming videos on her phone. "Look at this, everyone! She might be wearing a mask, but that beauty mark is identical!" She paraded the screen in front of the crowd. "See? It's her, right? I didn't get the wrong girl!" Because Haley had copied my hair, wore my clothes, and even drawn on my exact beauty mark, the evidence was damning. They stripped me completely. They yanked my hair, slapped me, and spat on me. Passersby whipped out their phones, filming my humiliation while whispering insults. In that moment, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. After they finished humiliating me, they left. I hurriedly put on my torn clothes, but before I could take a few steps, a man blocked my path. "You're Summer. I finally get to see your face." "I..." Before I could utter another word, a sharp blade plunged deep into my abdomen. "I spent every single cent of my hard-earned money gifting you! You promised to go out with me but stood me up! I even sold my house just to keep sending you gifts!" "You promised to be my girlfriend! Why did you lie to me?!" The man roared in agony, stabbing me repeatedly. Just before my vision faded to black, I heard him snarl. "You scammed me out of my life savings, and I didn't even get to see your face! You deserve to burn in hell!" With my final breath, I choked out. "I'm... not... Summer..." This time, I will rip off Haley's fake mask and make sure she pays for everything. That very afternoon, I went to a clinic to have my beauty mark permanently removed. Then, I headed to a salon and dyed my hair a fiery, vibrant red. When I returned to the dorm, Haley saw my new red hair and immediately lost her mind. "Summer! Why didn't you tell me you were dyeing your hair?!"
I looked in the mirror, admiring my gorgeous, voluminous red waves. It was absolutely stunning. "Why should I have to tell you?" "Because we're best friends! You're supposed to tell me so we can match!" "I hate looking like twins with people. Especially with you." Haley stomped her foot in frustration. "Summer, you're targeting me on purpose!" I mimicked her exact pose and stomped back. "Haley, you're guilt-tripping me on purpose!" Haley was about to burst with anger. Her scheduled stream was starting soon, so there was no way she had time to go dye her hair to match mine. "Next time you change your hair, you have to let me know in advance!" I rolled my eyes at her. "Says who?" Haley couldn't find a comeback. Fuming, she stomped off. A few minutes later, she grabbed her ring light and tripod and went out to the balcony to start her stream. I logged into a burner account on TikTok to watch her. To my surprise, Haley had used a live filter to turn her hair red. On screen, she was sporting virtual fiery red waves, her face covered by a vintage silver masquerade mask. She swayed her hips provocatively, cooing in a sweet, sultry voice, "Hey boys, if you like what you see, send me a sports car gift! The top donor tonight gets access to my private Snapchat!" The male viewers in the chat were completely mesmerized. Flattering comments flooded the screen. "Oh my god, Summer looks even hotter with red hair!" "Damn, what a body. I'd love to get a taste of that." "So sexy, especially that beauty mark on her chest. Drives me crazy!" Haley danced even harder, teasing, "Boys, the app just launched some new gifts. I really want to see how pretty the special effects look." With her encouragement, the viewers started showering her with virtual gifts. Expensive, colorful animations flashed across her screen one after another. Haley was practically glowing with excitement, reading out the usernames of her top gifters and thanking them sweetly. I knew that somewhere in that chat, the man who stabbed me in my past life and Amber's cheating husband were watching. I was usually a bit introverted, but to clear my name and distance myself from Haley, I had to put myself out there. So, I sent a request from my burner account to join her live stream. Haley declined it, so I kept spamming the request. "Ugh, someone keeps spamming join requests. Hang on, boys, let me block them real quick." Someone in the chat commented. "Just accept it! Do a PK battle, and I'll send you a TikTok Universe gift!" The mention of a high-value Universe gift instantly made Haley's eyes light up with greed. "Well, since Lucas wants to see it, I guess I can accept the request." That "Lucas" was actually my friend. I had texted him to post that comment. Haley clicked accept. But the moment my bare, unmasked face appeared on the split-screen, she completely lost her composure. "What are you doing?!" she hissed. The chat erupted. "Wait, do you guys know each other?" "By the look on her face, absolutely." I waved to the camera. "Hey everyone! Hi, 'Summer'!" Furious, Haley abruptly ended her stream, stormed back into the room, and snatched my phone to end mine too. "Summer, what the hell is your problem? Who told you to join my live? Why did you show your face?!" "If you didn't want to stream with me, you could have just said no. You clicked accept. I didn't hold a knife to your throat. Besides, why do you care if I show my face? What are you so afraid of?" "You don't understand anything! You're ruining everything for me!" I sneered. "Just by showing my face, I'm ruining your life? Wow, you must have a very fragile life then." Behind her silver mask, I couldn't see Haley's face. But I knew she was absolutely seething with rage.
Haley's face darkened. "Fine. If you want to stream, you can. But you are never to request to join my stream again, and you can't stream at the same time as me!" "Deal," I replied smoothly. I agreed easily because my next move was going to be even bigger. Relieved by my quick agreement, Haley went back to the balcony to restart her stream. While she was dancing provocatively, I put on my headphones and walked right into the background of her frame. Her comment section blew up instantly. "Summer, who is that hot girl behind you?" "Isn't that the girl from the PK battle earlier?!" "Damn, your roommate is gorgeous! And you two have almost the exact same body shape. If your roommate is this pretty, you must be a total ten under that mask!" Haley was in the middle of a dance move when she noticed the comments. She whirled around and saw me standing there. Her face turned completely pale with anger. She cut the feed immediately. "Summer!" she screamed. I pulled off my headphones and blinked innocently. "Oh, sorry, Haley. I didn't mean to crash your stream. I was blasting my music and didn't hear your dance track. You shut off your stream earlier, so I assumed you were done for the night." Haley's face turned a deep, angry shade of purple. She glared at me, looking like she wanted to strangle me on the spot. "Look, Haley. This is a shared college dorm. We don't mind you using the balcony to stream, but you can't completely ban us from going out there. I didn't mean to walk into your shot, and I already apologized. Why are you so dramatic? You do your dance, and I do my thing. It's not that deep." With that, I turned around and walked back inside, leaving Haley to scream in frustration on the balcony. The next day after class, I saw a man standing near the campus gates. Every single hair on my body stood on end. It was him, the man who stabbed me eleven times and murdered me in my past life. He had actually tracked her down to our university! Thank god I had made that appearance on Haley's stream yesterday, or I'd be in serious danger right now. The man grabbed a passing student. "Hey, do you know a girl named Summer?" "Summer? The masked TikTok streamer?" "Yes, her!" "Oh, we all used to think she was Summer Pierce, but yesterday the real Summer appeared on her stream. So she's probably one of Summer's friends or roommates." "Who is Summer Pierce? Can you help me get in touch with her?" Just as the student turned around, he spotted me. "Hey, there she is! Summer!" I walked straight up to them. "Can I help you?" The student pointed at me. "Yeah, that's her." The man lunged forward eagerly. "Do you know Summer, the streamer?" "Who are you to her?" I asked calmly. "I'm her boyfriend. I can't reach her on Snapchat anymore. Can you please tell her to come out and meet me?" "Sure. I'll let her know when I get back to the dorm. If she refuses to come down, though, there's nothing I can do." The man fidgeted nervously. "Can I... get your number, just in case?" "Sorry, but I don't give my number to my friends' boyfriends. Don't worry, I'll pass the message along. Whether she wants to see you is up to her." "Alright. Thank you so much." He seemed pretty polite during this exchange. Who would have guessed that this seemingly ordinary, mild-mannered man would become a cold-blooded killer in the streets? When I got back to the dorm, Haley was lounging on her bed, eating snacks and watching a show. "Your boyfriend is waiting for you at the campus gates," I said. "He said he can't get ahold of you and wants you to go down." Haley froze. "What's his name?"
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