The Gold Digger in Room 404

Summary

My new roommate, Becky, asked me for a thousand bucks the moment we met.

She pointed at my bed and said, "It took me three hours to clean that. A grand should cover it."

I was dumbfounded. "I didn't ask you to clean it. Why should I pay you?"

She put her hands on her hips, her voice rising. "Doesn't matter if you asked or not. I put in the labor, you pay the cash! If you don't, you're exploiting the poor!"

I refused.

So she bullied me. She isolated me. She turned the whole dorm against me.

I fell into a deep depression and, in the end, took my own life.