[ WP ] When someone is murdered , their name appears on the skin of the killer . You wake up with a name on your arm and no knowledge of how it got there .

I stared at the name on my arm. 
 
 It was a name I did n't know. Had never heard of. 
 
 I frowned at it. I squinted at the letters. It took me several moments before I realized that it was n't inkpen. Was n't sharpie. Whatever it was was permanent. And I knew how things worked. 
 
 These markings only appeared if you killed another person. 
 
 Now I knew I had n't killed anyone. Knew I'd slept the previous night. Soundly even. I even had my sleep recorder going. There were no disturbances. 
 
 I stared at the name. How could I murder someone without ever leaving my house? 
 
 I knew that I would have to search for the person. I did n't want to. I felt sick. Felt like vomiting. But I dragged myself to the computer. Did n't even take a piss. I could n't be bothered. I was on edge. 
 
 I turned on my laptop. Went on chrome. I let my fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment. I changed my mind and went to the bathroom first. Did n't want to piss myself if it was shocking. Finally I returned and sat back down. I finally swallowed my fear and typed in the name. 
 
 That.4 seconds was be longest fraction of a second I've ever experienced. 
 
 I placed a hand over my mouth as I saw the person on the screen. I threw up in my wastebasket. Fuck. Fuck! 
 
 It was some kid. Some high school kid. A boy. He fucking hung himself. 
 
 I poured over the first article I saw. He was stalked online on social media and tormented. An anonymous user kept telling him to kill himself. 
 
 I felt the sweat dripping. I rushed to the site and started deleting my shit. But the horrible messages in my inbox were fucking hostile. Holy shit. 
 
 He committed suicide. It was n't my fault. People are always online doing that. I did n't mean it. I was just trolling. It was n't my fucking fault. 
 
 He should have been tougher. 
 
 But goddammit. The fucking marking does n't mistake. God... I've killed someone. I'm a murderer. It's on my arm. Everyone will know. 
 
 It was n't my fault.
