To ensure a painless childbirth, my roommate secretly activated a pain-transfer system tied to me. She gave birth silently, refusing an epidural, pretending not to hear my screams of agony. I bore all the pain, collapsing in the dorm, ignored. When I woke up, I was back on the day my roommate activated the system. "Jenna, be careful. Don't get hurt. It would break my heart." I agreed sweetly, then sneaked into the bathroom to draw a razor design on my wrist. My roommate shrieked, demanding to know what I was doing. I looked at her excitedly: "I don't feel pain anymore! Tomorrow, I'm getting a full-back tattoo—no anesthesia!" 1 "Jenna, Jenna, I'm talking to you. Can't you hear me?" The dorm curtain was yanked open. I shot up, instinctively touching my lower abdomen. No crippling pain. No tearing sensation. No gushing blood. Did I just travel back in time? Or was the last life just a nightmare? As I pondered this, I was shoved again. I looked up and saw my roommate, Bella, glaring at me. "What is wrong with you? I've called your name a dozen times." Seeing her, my fists clenched. The culprit, standing right there, pretending to be innocent. "What do you want?" I asked coldly. She gave an awkward smile. "Can't I call you just because? Jenna, we're roommates. I should care about you." I stared at her, maintaining my cold silence. She lost interest. "Fine. I want to tell you to watch yourself. Stop being so clumsy and hurting yourself, okay?" I immediately pulled the curtain shut. Once she left, I grabbed my phone. Seeing the date, tears instantly streamed down my face. I was a year back—before Bella got pregnant! I recalled what Bella had just said and felt a spike of suspicion. Was it already active? I made a sudden decision. I picked up my phone and slammed it hard onto my elbow. The expected pain didn't come. Instead, a muffled cry came from outside the curtain. "Ouch! I dropped my phone!" Bella complained loudly. I pretended to grumble to myself, but I knew: Bella had already activated the pain-transfer system. Bella gritted out, her voice raised, "Can you please be more careful!" I yanked the curtain open. "Why do you care if I get hurt? Besides, even when I get hurt, I don't feel pain. What do I have to worry about?" She was staring at me, a flicker of panic in her eyes. Her hand was pressed against her own arm. She clearly took the full hit of my minor injury. "What are you talking about? My pain? What does my lack of pain have to do with you?" Her attempt at denial was transparent. I found the whole system thing unbelievable, even if she confessed. I narrowed my eyes. She quickly changed the subject. "Let's not make things awkward. I was just worried about you." "You care about me?" I scoffed. I believed her once, and she dragged me into a living hell. 2 In the past life, Bella didn't just say she cared. She often bought me knee pads and wrist guards, urging me to be careful. I thought she was a true friend. I constantly bought her cupcakes and lattes. If I ever felt slightly unwell, she was the first to notice. Sometimes, when I got a minor scrape, I didn't even notice, but she'd be frantic. She was far more ruthless than she seemed now. When I got injured, she would quickly inflict the same injury on herself. Pain was transferred instantly, but the actual wound took an hour or two to transfer. If she didn't match the injury, I might notice the difference. To keep me in the dark, she shadowed me constantly. I soon noticed her growing belly. "Bella, you're pregnant? What happened?" I asked nervously. She acted nonchalant. "It's the 21st century. So what if a college student is pregnant? The government encourages it! You guys can help me raise the baby after it's born. It'll be easy!" The other roommates avoided her, disgusted. But I stayed, thinking of our friendship, helping her with deliveries and meals. She acted grateful, but if I got hurt, she would lecture me on being careful. I started noticing strange stretch marks on my stomach. I posted a picture online, and people said they looked like pregnancy stretch marks. I didn't even have a boyfriend! I complained to Bella, but she dismissed it: "You're just fat. Those are growth marks." As her belly grew, my body developed more strange symptoms—headaches, stomach pains. At the worst times, I'd hide in bed and cry, not knowing why. The other roommates thought I was crazy. Because of the drama and Bella's pregnancy, they all transferred dorms. Only we were left. When Bella was ready to give birth, I begged her to go to the hospital. She refused: "I'm giving birth right here in the dorm! You stay and help me. When the baby is born, you'll be the godmother." Thinking of our friendship, I stayed. But when labor began, I realized the horrible truth. The tearing pain was so severe I passed out. The room felt like it was crushing me. I tried to scream for help, but my mouth was covered. My phone was smashed and thrown away. I finally looked at Bella, who was holding a newborn, smiling contentedly. "Call an ambulance! Help me!" I screamed, realizing the truth. She looked at me coldly. "Call the police? So they can arrest me? So they can find out we're linked by pain transfer? Dream on, Jenna! I've had enough of you!" "Pain transfer?" I whispered, linking the pieces: the phantom injuries, the unexplained relief, the stretch marks, the pain... "Yes. You bear all my injuries. I can't risk scarring myself; I need to look perfect." I glared at her. "Then you let me suffer? Can't you just not have the baby?" Her eyes flashed with greed. "I can't not have the baby. If you knew who the father was, you'd want to keep it, too." "The doctor said I can't have an epidural; I have to endure it. I thought I would miss this chance, but then I got this System." "Surprised?" she sneered, kicking me hard. She instantly paled. "Crap, I forgot. I take triple the pain for your injuries." "You have to die, or you'll get pregnant one day and hurt me again!" Triple the pain... My eyes lit up. I knew how to fight back. I tried to hurt myself, but I was too weak. "Why me? If you're afraid of my pregnancy, just unlink us!" "Unlink? Do you know the cost? The next person's pain is five times the rebound. Why would I do that?" I tried to speak, but only blood poured from my mouth. Bella smiled. "Perfect timing. You're dying. You're useless now." "You poor girl. You took out loans for tuition. How did you get into the same university as me?" "I made you clean the dorm, and you had the nerve to frown! People from the countryside should have that work ethic ingrained!" "Now you're going to die. It's a holiday weekend. No one will find you. Die in peace." She took her baby and walked away, leaving me to bleed out. I closed my eyes in hatred. And then I woke up. 3 Triple the pain. The thought of my small act causing Bella such agony sparked an idea. I recalled disturbing online posts and a bold plan formed in my mind. I jumped out of bed. Seeing my sudden movement, Bella screamed. "Jenna, be careful! Don't get hurt! I'll be worried about you!" She rushed over, giving me a cookie to look concerned. I took it, eating it instantly. I pretended to agree, then grabbed a box cutter and slipped into the bathroom. I mimicked the gestures of performance artists, making superficial cuts on my wrist. Just superficial cuts. The blood flowed, but it wasn't deep. As expected, I felt no pain. According to my last life, the wounds would vanish soon. As I made the third cut, she couldn't take it anymore. A sharp scream came from outside the bathroom door. Bella pounded frantically. "Jenna, what are you doing! Come out!" 4 I kept working on the design. Bella shrieked outside. She couldn't take it. I heard her collapse outside the door. I made a few more cuts, just to be sure. Then I unlocked the door. I knelt by Bella. "Bella, why are you lying on the floor? You can't sleep here." She slowly opened her eyes, unable to move. Her lips were white. "What were you doing inside..." I played innocent. "I was just doing a little art. I hate the color red, but I've fallen in love with blood." I reached for the box cutter. Bella scrambled up, grabbing my hand. "Don't!" "Don't worry about me. I'm calling 911 for you." I pulled out my phone. "Don't call! I'm fine!" she whispered. I looked at her skeptically. Bella slowly stood up. Her left arm was limp; she didn't dare move it. Her right hand's nails were digging into her palm. I felt a sharp pain in my own palm. Compared to the pain of childbirth, this was nothing. I helped Bella onto her bed. She regained some color and snapped: "You're crazy! What are you doing?" I shook my head, feigning innocence, and returned to the bathroom. Bella shrieked: "Jenna! Get out here!" But I was just cleaning up the blood. I wasn't going to scare the other two roommates. Seeing my silence, Bella finally calmed down. She had no idea that this was only the beginning. 5 The next day, Bella wore a long-sleeved top, even though it was the peak of summer. Her strange attire drew attention. "Bella, why the long sleeves?" our roommate Amy asked. Bella quickly covered her arm. "It's for sun protection." I put on my own cooling sleeves. As I walked out, Bella glared at me. She followed me. When I entered the elective class, she finally confronted me. "We're not in the same class. Why are you following me?" She immediately reached for my pockets. "I need to check you don't have anything weird. You might hurt yourself!" The classroom was full. I raised my voice. "Are you my mother? Why are you so controlling?" Everyone stared at Bella. "Isn't that Bella? I heard she treats her roommates like servants." "She's so controlling! Her roommate is so unlucky!" Bella, who cares about her image, recoiled. "Jenna, you better behave! I don't want you doing anything weird!" She rushed out. I sat down, ignoring the pitying looks. This elective class was a joke; you just signed in and could sleep or play games. I immediately contacted a professional piercer. "I want eight piercings on my ear, some on the cartilage, and a bridge piercing. I also want a septum piercing, like Indian women." "I want them all. No anesthesia. Make it hurt." The piercer was skeptical. "Are you messing with me?" I explained. "I'm joining the alternative culture. Piercings are cool. Everywhere." The piercer sighed. "Fine. You'll sign a waiver." I screenshotted the appointment and posted it on my school-only social media. "The world kisses me with pain." Less than a minute later, the classroom door burst open. Bella was screaming. "Jenna! What are you trying to do!" The professor glared. "What is all this noise? Are you in this class?" Bella ignored him, rushing toward me. She grabbed my phone. "Are you sick? You can't get piercings without permission!" The other students quickly pulled out their phones to record. I played dumb. "Why do you care if I get piercings? Bella, are you okay? You try to search me, and now you try to control my body!" Bella noticed the cameras and lowered her voice. "I'm worried about scarring! You have keloid tendencies!" "I don't know anything about that! Give me my phone back, or I'll call the police!" Bella returned the phone and was kicked out by the professor. Five minutes later, an anonymous post about Bella's bizarre behavior appeared on the campus wall.
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