[ WP ] You live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liar 's body . The bigger the lie , the deeper and larger the mark . One day , you meet someone that only has one scar ; it is the biggest one you have ever seen .

I remember when I got my first scar. For some reason, children aged 12 and under were exempt from the rule, and after I turned 13 I told my mom I hated her and that I wished I was never born. Huge gash, right across the face. There was so much blood. 
 
 My mom was devastated. She expected me to get my first few cuts like everyone else: lying about doing my homework, lying about cleaning my room, whether I was finished setting the table. But here was this 13-year-old in the ICU, bleeding openly like someone took a cleaver to his face that only cut skin deep. Bone was showing in places, they tried to stitch me up but told me that my scar would be the worst they've ever seen on a kid. 
 
 I'm 25 now. Marked as a horrible person for something I said when I was still a kid. No one wants to talk to me. No where will hire me. I am truly alone. 
 
 I never lied again.
