[ 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 .

I run as fast as I can around the corner of the building. I quickly grab my keys from my pocket, my hands trembling as I unlock the door. My feet move quickly as I make my way to our apartment. My mom is in the kitchen, her face worried as she meets my eyes. 
 “ What ’ s wrong? ” She asks concerned. 
 “ Nothing ” I say coolly. 
 “ Okay. ” She says still skeptical. “ Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. ” 
 “ Alright, just come get me when it ’ s ready. ” I fake a smile. 
 “ Will do. ” 
 I turn around and walk quickly to my bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. I grab a sock from my drawer and drop to my knees, holding my arm in pain. I bite on the sock to keep me from screaming, tears rush down my face. I watch as a mark is tattooed into my arm, sending a burning sensation through my whole arm. My eyes grow wide in fear as the black ink gets darker and darker, revealing the symbol on my arm. It ’ s a mark I ’ ve seen before, but can ’ t put my finger on. The burning sensation has gone away, leaving my arm throbbing in pain, a bit more bearable from the burning feeling. 
 My mom knocks on the door. “ Dinner ’ s ready. ” 
 “ Okay. ” I stammer. “ Be out in a minute. ” 
 I throw on a long sleeve shirt to cover the marking and join my family at the dinner table. I sit quietly in my chair, focusing on breathing to keep my self from passing out. The intercom buzzes loudly interrupting my thoughts. My dad gets up from the table and walks over to the intercom holding down the button as he talks. 
 “ Who is it? ” 
 “ It ’ s Cali, I just need to talk to Tava really quick. ” My dad looks over at me, his face annoyed as he hates when anybody interrupts dinner. 
 “ I ’ ll make sure to be quick. Promise. ” I say getting up from the table and walking back down the stairs, joining her outside the door. 
 “ What happened earlier? One moment you were joining in on conversation and the next minute you ’ re running down the block. Are you okay? ” 
 “ Oh, yeah, I ’ m fine. Sorry, I forgot that I had to be home. Mom forgot her keys to get inside so I had to meet her. ” I scratched the back of my neck nervously. 
 “ A simple explanation would ’ ve been fine. ” She laughed. 
 “ Yeah, I don ’ t know why I didn ’ t say any- ” My heart started beating quickly and I could feel my body growing weak as my eyes met the mark on her ankle. “ Yours. ” I whispered. 
 “ What? ” She said, her face confused. 
 My ears were ringing loudly and I could no longer hear the words that were coming out of her mouth. My eyes were growing heavy and I was trying my best to keep breathing, but everything started spinning and I could feel myself fading. The last thing I saw before hitting the ground was my dad running down the stairs.
