[ 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 .

You want to know how I got these scars? 
 
 
 
 Well, for one thing they aren ’ t ‘ scars ’, if you look closely you ’ ll see it ’ s one continuous scar that travels around my face, neck, down my body, all around wrapping itself around my arms, legs, fingers and toes. 
 The only part of my body that isn ’ t scarred tissue is the inside of my body and even a bit of my mouth is still scarred. 
 So the correct question you want to ask is how did I get this scar? 
 
 
 
 
 Singular. 
 
 
 
 
 Well, you know that old saying? About how a girl likes a guy with scars? It shows they ’ re a bad boy, that they kick a lot of ass or in my case lie. 
 I didn ’ t kick anyone ’ s ass or get into a big crash, I lied. 
 That ’ s pretty much what happened. 
 I suppose you ’ ll want specifics. 
 
 
 
 
 Well, years ago back when I was unblemished, face filled with pimples and a voice that didn ’ t quite want to go low I had a crush on a girl. 
 A pretty girl, one that seemed to really like me with not a scar on her body as far as I could tell! So when she told me she loved me I believed her totally and without reservation. 
 
 
 
 We went out, kissed and eventually I did find she had scars. I won ’ t share the details of how I found out but I ’ m sure your imagination can fill in the blanks. Anyways, her scars, they were here and there. Small ones mostly with two or three medium sized ones. I asked her about them and she told me she didn ’ t want to talk about them. She seemed ashamed. 
 
 
 
 I wanted to tell her that she was human, that everyone had scars. 
 Then she looked at me and asked if I had any? 
 Well, I didn ’ t but I didn ’ t want her to feel bad so I said yes. 
 
 
 
 Next thing I knew I felt something scratch my arm and there it was. A scar. 
 Now that should ’ ve been the end of that but here ’ s the weird thing. It then sorta vanished. Then came back twice as bad as it realized I was sorta telling the truth but lying at the same time. 
 
 
 
 It couldn ’ t decide what to do. 
 
 
 
 So it just kept going. 
 
 
 So here I was with my girlfriend in front of me with my eyes wide in horror as the scar kept scratching me, fading and growing again. By the time it all stopped I was still screaming. Honestly I had no idea when I started. 
 
 
 And now we ’ re married. 

