My Roommate's Pet Dog Became My Death Sentence

My roommate Jessica Miller suspiciously watched me open the delivery box, revealing a square wire cage.

"Chloe, what did you buy?" she asked in exactly the same tone she had used in my previous life.

I deftly tore off the shipping label and turned to her with a smile.

"I bought it as a decoration. You know how people put photos on wire-grid panels to decorate their desks?"

Her tense expression eased when she heard that.

I added, "Don't get the wrong idea. It's not for your dog to live in!"

She let out a long sigh of relief when she heard that it wasn't for her precious Honey.

However, she didn't return to her desk. Instead, she stepped forward.

"If you want to make a wire-grid display, why didn't you just buy one ready-made?"

Jessica glanced at the delivery box on the floor and asked angrily, "You're not planning to lock Honey inside it while I'm in class, are you?"

Lily Rivers, who adored dogs, overheard her and came over to eye me suspiciously.

"Chloe, you've always complained that Honey runs around the dorm. You didn't really buy this to lock her up, did you?

"Everyone knows she's gentle and well-behaved. Do you have to be so aggressive about this?"

I looked at Lily, whose eyes were blazing with anger, and spoke with complete sincerity.

"Honey is such a sweetheart. Who in their right mind would lock her up? I'll cut this wire cage apart and turn it into a grid wall right now. You two can relax."

They believed I was sincere and returned to their desks.

By my calculation, the dorm supervisor would come to inspect the rooms in another hour.

I quickly cut apart the cage, flattened the metal panels, and hung up some small scenic cards.

Then I posted a picture on social media.

After finishing everything, I gathered my things and went to the study room.

Jessica was famous for keeping small animals, and everyone else in the dorm knew about it.

She also said that she once suffered from depression, and Honey had been the one to help her through that dark period.

Later, Lily excitedly started chatting with Jessica about pets, and the two of them got along wonderfully.

The following weekend, Jessica brought her pet dog back to the dorm after Lily encouraged her to do so.

I thought that although pets weren't allowed at school, Jessica was still my roommate.

Perhaps she only wanted Lily to meet Honey and would take her home after a few days, so I said nothing.

Unexpectedly, Lily not only brought over all kinds of dog food but also set up a small bed on her own bunk.

Honey seemed ready to make the dorm her permanent home. I stared at the waste the dog had left on the floor and paused to consider the situation.

Lily, who loved dogs just as much, didn't seem bothered at all by Honey relieving herself wherever she pleased.

But our other roommate, Mia Bennett, was so frightened that she stood frozen outside the dorm room several times, too afraid to go anywhere near Honey.

After class, I tried to discuss the matter politely with Jessica and asked her to keep Honey under control and train her to stay quiet so she wouldn't disturb the rest of us.

Jessica immediately took offense. She called me selfish and heartless, then spent a long time soothing Honey.

Whenever the other girls questioned her decision to let Honey roam freely around the dorm, Jessica became explosive, as if she were ready to curse them out.

I began finding unexplained yellow liquid on my bed.