[ 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 .

Ugh. The first thing that goes through my head most Saturday mornings. Always too much alcohol the night before. Always the empty promise to myself that I wo n't do it again. 
 
 I slowly open my eyes and try to avoid the hazy sunlight pouring through the gap in my blinds left by my cat. I lift my arm up to cover my face and hopefully black back out for awhile and it's then that I see the name on my arm. As clear as day. The names that only appear when you've killed that person. As plain as day written there was my wife's name. My stomach fell out through my ass. No wait. The opposite apparently. And I violently lost all the contents of my stomach on the floor next to the couch. 
 
 What happened? I know we've been fighting a lot. And we are taking a break. It's not one that I wanted, but there it is. I was so mad last night.. Shit. I pick up my phone and call her. Nothing. I try again. Again, nothing. I try a third, fourth, fifth time. Nothing. I run to the bathroom and rinse my face off. Then call my best friend. 
 
 `` Hey bud. What's up? I'm surprised to hear from you this early. You were gone last night. And so pissed at your old lady too. I really hope that you all get this shit straightened out. I'm tired of the hostility.'' 
 
 I try to get my thoughts together. `` How angry was I? I do n't remember at all. Can we meet and talk? I think something is wrong. I'm scared. I should n't be alone.'' 
 
 `` Whoa man, what's the problem? I'll be right over just let me get dressed'' he says. 
 
 `` No. No. No no no. I'll come to you. Your place is on the way to our house. I just need to get there. But I ca n't do it alone. Please. Just be ready.'' 
 
 I run out the door and drive over to his house. I do n't know what to do. What to think. I barely even see the road in front of me. How can I live without her. I know we do n't want to be around each other right now.. But hell.. that's.. that's just growing. Working through things. I could never be without her. That... that just ca n't be. 
 
 I pull up to his house and run to the front door. 
 
 `` Whoa whoa whoa man. Calm down. Just tell me what happened. 
 
 I just stare at him wild eyed. He looks me up and down. His eyes fall on the name on my arm. 
 
 And he starts laughing. 
 
 `` What... what the fuck man? Why the hell are you laughing at me? Do you see this? My wife's fucking name is on my arm! Why are you laughing?!'' I start to lose it. 
 
 `` Ah dude. We were drinking last night. And you were raging so hard against her. We started to joke about what if you just put her name there. Go freak her out. You know that type of stupid shit. So I waited until you passed out and.. well.. I kind of fake tattooed you.. So yeah. Sorry about that. I thought you'd remember the conversation and laugh'' 
 
 I stare. 
 
 I blink. 
 
 I stare some more. 
 
 `` You... You twisted fuck! I was completely losing my shit! I ca n't believe you right now. I just... AGH!'' I let my rage out. All that worry of losing her for good. All that fear. It only showed me how much I ca n't be without her. And I punched my best friend. `` I ca n't believe you did that, you dick!'' I yelled as I swung. 
 
 It caught him by surprise. He flew backwards. Over the railing of his porch. The was a sickening squelchy thud. I rushed to the railing hoping to help. I look down. The first thing I noticed was that his head had landed on his heavy duty lawn rake. The second thing I noticed was that now his name was right next to my wife's name on my arm.
