[ WP ] Everyone is born with a unique tattoo on their ankle . Whenever you 're responsible for someone 's death , a copy of their tattoo appears somewhere on your skin . Your best friend 's tattoo just showed up on your wrist , even though your best friend is alive and sitting right next to you .

[ My first. Using a mobile phone ] 
 Me and my friend, my best friend had been planning this night for a long time. We'd go clean for a while and then binge on drugs at the end. I've been looking forward to this more than him. I've been miserable, my job was a dead end and I would go deeper in dept through each passing month. I can sense that something was coming to a mysterious close. Drunk and prepping my arm for the fix. The syringe filled me with a warmth that I had been searching for. The sudden euphoric feeling hit me like a freight train. As I looked on in the strange comfort of this ultimate high I suddenly felt a strange coolness on my wrist. Opening my eyes to look I could n't quite process it. `` What am I looking at?'' I asked myself. The reality slowly dawned on me. This was his mark. His! The euphoria suddenly sharpened into a keen sense of focus and alertness. Turning my head to face him I saw that he was still alive. But he had was already shot up. Blood was making it's way out of the drag mark. They say that once you get someone's mark that they ca n't be saved. `` Fuck'' I yelled `` I have to try'' I told myself. I reached for my car keys and grabbed him. Thoughts and possibilities raced through my head. The ambulance would not get here in time. My only choice is to take him to the hospital. I checked him as we were making our way to the car He was unresponsive with a faint smile on his face. His heart rate was becoming weaker. I climbed into the car and dragged him into the passenger seat. ironically I did n't even buckle him in. I started the car and raced through the streets. Everything was going by slowly. Even as I was going as fast as the car could take us. Dodging trucks, cars and any obstacles with expert proficiency. I noticed that I could feel his heartbeat through the mark on my wrist. It was getting slower and slower. The hospital was in view and police cruisers where on my tail. `` Only one more turn'' I said. As I turned I saw in dismay that an officer had laid out spikes. The tires popped, the car went out of control, and barrel towards a sign. Rattled I opened the door dragged my friend out and began to carry him again. I was bleeding from the impact yet he remained unharmed. `` Just a few more yards'' I said. Feeling the thump, thump of his heartbeat as it continued its decline. As I got nearer I saw a wheelchair by the beginning of the driveway. I put him in and pushed him towards the emergency room entrance. I collapsed and began to fade away. Trying to focus on the heartbeat thump..thump.....thump...... people came to me. I could n't tell whether it was the police or the paramedics. Suddenly his heartbeat ceased and as I drifted into the darkness I felt sad. I did not make it. I was a failure. I woke up feeling like shit in a hospital bed. Tears began to run down my face. `` I'm sorry man'' I said to the empty room. `` Why are you apologizing'' a nurse said as she walked in. `` Is it about the sign you wrecked on your way here?'' Do n't you worry about that.'' She said with a smile on her face `` people have taken an interest in you after what happened''. Bewildered I asked `` what''. `` Your friends mark'' she said `` it's gone''. I looked at my wrist and the mark had disappeared. All that was left was a slight white and yellow outline. `` So he's ok?'' I asked. `` Of course I'm ok loser'' my friend said as he entered the room. `` You did it man! You managed to save me even after you got my mark.''
