[ 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 ink on my arm, shocked and horrified at how it got there. How did it get there? 
 
 I was terrified but I got out of bed quickly and called her number. 
 
 The ring tone went on forever, and the moment I heard her pick up the call - when the ring tone went off and there was a pause, before her voice saying `` Hello!'' in her usual cheery voice - I hung up the phone. 
 
 If she was okay, then why was the name on my arm? Could this be a joke? I tried rubbing it off my arm, but it would n't come off. 
 
 Then I got a call. My roommate. 
 
 `` Dude, where are you? You got ta get here. Quick, there's no time.'' As quick as he had called, he had no sooner hung up. There was urgency in his voice, along with desperation. I was confused, before the message came in. 
 
 Her address. 
 
 I ran, and ran, her house was less than five blocks from mine. As I ran I called, but every time I called, it went to voice mail. Come on, pick up, come on. Pick up like you did the first time. 
 
 I stopped outside her place, seeing there was a cop car outside her place, and I saw that her door was open. Was she really? 
 
 I walked in and everyone inside stared at me. Blankly I took in the scene in front of me. Three policemen, her roommate, my roommate. 
 
 And then her. She lay right on the sofa, lying uncomfortably straight; her hands were on her stomach. 
 
 And she was n't breathing. 
 
 I walked over to her and dropped right next to her. What had happened? Why was her name on my arm? Why was she dead? 
 
 And then I saw the letter under her hands, with my name on it. 
 
 With trembling hands I took it and opened it. 
 
 It was short and simple on one side, long and wordy on the other. But I never got to the wordy side. I now knew why her name was on my arm. 
 
 `` I could never live without you. I'm sorry.'' 
 
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