[ WP ] In an alternate world , every individual is born with a scar from an injury that has n't happened yet . Once it does happen , the scar goes away , but no one knows how long it 'll be . Where is the scar ? What does it say about the person ? How do they end up getting it ?

`` Martin...'' 
 
 I heard my wife's quiet voice tremble from behind me. She was always meek, an empty shell that always kept her mouth shut. Some men would absolutely crave a woman they could throw around like a rag doll. Not me. I liked women who stood up for themselves, women who took charge and knew what they wanted. I made the mistake of knocking up Cassandra when we were 18. Our parents thought it would be best if we married. It worked for awhile. I will not say we did n't have nights of passion. I would caress the scar on her soft stomach that grew larger as our daughter grew inside her. The scar was from a small car accident that Cassandra had when she was 14. At least that's what she told me. But when the complicated delivery happened, I knew the real truth. It destroyed her. 
 
 I stayed with Cassandra after that, but mostly out of pity. I was sad that we lost a child too. But the years went by, and I realized that I could never be happy with her. I left, and I still remember her sorrowful and defeated look as I left our home to move into an apartment. It may have been selfish, but sometimes that's just what you have to be in this life. 
 
 `` Cassandra.'' I said as I looked up from my bathroom sink. I saw her reflection in the mirror. She had to have driven three hours to my place. Her face was contorted in sadness and rage. She had a revolver hanging loosely in her hand. Her mouth trembled. I moved my hand up to the three circular scars on my chest. 
 
 They were burning.
