[ 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 .


 Our lips crashed together with the force of many suns. I could feel her warmth radiating against me. It almost felt like a dream. Her hair was the physical representation of soft in its most natural and raw form. After what felt like a thousand years, I felt her begin to pull away from the kiss and I followed suit. “ Today was quite lovely with you, my sweet. ” She admitted. speaking in her smooth as honey voice. “ Yes, it was. You looked absolutely stunning in that little dress. Anyways, it has been a long day, and I do believe it ’ s time for you to get back to your humble abode, Brooklynn. ” I spoke gently and I smiled softly at her. She blushed at the use of her whole name, and reached her arm over and opened the door of the vehicle. “ I can ’ t wait to see you tomorrow. ” She exclaimed while slowly getting out of the car. She closed it behind her, and I smiled as she proceeded to her own car, and eventually got in after fumbling with her keys for a moment. 
 
 
 Pulling into my driveway, I sighed. I almost hated coming home every day, but I had to keep my mask glued tight. I shifted into park, and reached behind my steering wheel to fetch my keys. I fumbled for a moment before twisting and pulling my keys out, and I slipped them into my pockets. I opened the door of my car and reached over to the passenger side seat and retrieved my suitcase. I made a slight adjustment to my suit and tie after I had gotten out of the car, and I looked over myself through a mirror I had stored in my briefcase. Nothing to bad. I took a very deep breath just before I opened the door to my house. “ Ah, for fuck sake. Who the hell locks the door at 5:43?! ” I mumbled into my head as I had to set down my briefcase and reach into my pocket for my keys. As I pulled my keys out, I heard the door quickly unlock and open. I silently sighed to myself and slid my keys back into my pocket. I picked up my briefcase and I could see my wife, Amber, standing there with a half smile. “ Hey, sugarbun. ” She said, in a tone that absolutely annoyed me. “ Mask, ” I thought to and even mentally chastised myself for the slight mistake I had made. I slapped the fakest smile on my face possible, and wrapped my arms around her in a pretty half-assed hug. “ I missed you. ” I lied. I pulled away from the hug and placed my briefcase down against the wall, trying not to show my irritation towards everything she does. I undid my tie and threw it into my room as I passed by it, and walked my way into the kitchen, with Amber following close behind me. “ So, Brooklynn, huh? ” She said in her god awful accent. As I made my way into the kitchen further, there was black and white pictures of a few of the places me and Brooklynn had “ met up ” at. She had them all over the table and counters, and I didn ’ t really know what to say. I wasn ’ t hurt at all, more surprised that she had expected anything. I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath and turned around, only to be met with a slap to the face, and for Amber ’ s nails to be imbedded deep into my face. Now, THAT hurt. My face stung as she became increasingly teary eyed. I kicked her to the ground roughly, covering my face with one hand as I knelt down and seen her crying now. “ Yeah, Brooklynn. The lady that is superior to you in each, and every god damn way. Fucking filth, you are. ” I started to release my anger on her. Punch after punch, tears and blood mixing together in a senseless fit of rage and testosterone. After a few minutes, I got up. I went to rinse off my hands and change into new clothes. Realizing how bad she had gotten my face, I went to the bathroom to get some alcohol to pour on my face. I did what was necessary and eventually bandaged my face. With the rage and emotions flowing through my body, I started to walk and attempt to leave the house. I walked by Amber, seeing her blood stain the floor, I laughed. She was sitting there, crying and murmuring unintelligible things. I stepped over her body and walked to the front door, opened it, walked down the pavement and got into my car and left. 
 
 
 I had all four windows of my car down, going as fast as I legally could down the freeway. The wind felt good on my skin, which felt as hot as volcanic ash. Eventually I began to cool down, but I didn ’ t know what to do. I decided to drive by Brooklyn's house. I couldn ’ t stay here. I messaged her on our secret accounts and we met on the block of her street. I told her what happened, and that I needed to leave. She said she couldn ’ t go with me, and that… That hurt. I begged her, but she said she had been doubting our relationship for a long time and finally felt it was time for her to be loyal to her boyfriend. “... Are you sure, Brooke? ” I choked out, while trying not to let my emotions flood me. “ Yes, Jason. I ’ m sure. I ’ m sorry… ” She looked into my eyes as I said it, and I realized she was trying to be happy in a better way. I let her go, and decided to drive to a hotel a few miles away under a different name. As I was laying down, I felt a stinging heat across my chest. It grew hotter and hotter until I was forced out of my bed and ran to the bathroom while taking my shirt off. I stared at the mirror in awe, as it read Amber in a crimson red metallic color. “ I… I didn ’ t kill her! She was alive when I left her! This is a mistake… ” I whispered into the palms of my hand as I slid down against the cold tiles of the bathroom. “ No… No. This has to be a terrible nightmare… My life has become a nightmare. ” I insisted to myself, and I thought I ’ d go to bed and it would all be over. I ran over to my bed and covered myself up, and fell quickly asleep. 
 
 
 I woke up in a haze of blurryness and confusion. I pulled my covers off my bed and I nearly cried at the sight of the tauntingly blood colored words. My god… I had killed her. I beat her to death. I ’ m… I ’ m a murderer. I couldn ’ t believe it. I reached my right arm up to wipe some tears off of my arm, and realized another name written on my arm. 
 
 
 Junior. 
 How weird, I had thought… Until I realized that Amber always wanted to name her first boy with the name of Junior. 

