My childhood friend believed in folk remedies and ate mysterious worms to lose weight. I told her that once the worms matured, they would burst out of her stomach. Terrified, she went to the hospital to have the eggs removed and had half her stomach cut out in the process. She kept getting thinner, but her husband resented that she could no longer make money livestreaming, so he cheated on her with an online influencer. When my friend was thrown out of the house, she blamed me for everything. That night, she showed up at my home with a can of gasoline. She poured it over me like a madwoman. “If you hadn’t made me get the worms removed, my husband wouldn’t have fallen for someone else!” “You must have been jealous of me! Jealous that I could make money, jealous of my figure, jealous that I had a husband!” “I’m going to kill you!” And so I died horribly in a raging inferno. When I woke up again, I had returned to the day my friend got the folk remedy. There’s no reasoning with someone determined to die. This time, I’ll watch with my own eyes as this harbinger of doom digs her own grave!
