[ 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 .

When I opened my eyes it was still dark in my room. I looked over at the alarm clock, 3am. Again only an hour of sleep. The nightmares were getting worse. It had been 3 years since my father's death and the police were still searching for the person with his death mark. The smell of blood, his uneeing eyes still haunted me, and I saw it in my dreams every night. 
 
 
 I've always hated the smell of the doctor's office. I had discovered my father's dead body after coming home from school, not long after that I begun suffering from night terrors, insomnia, anxiety and depression my life was trapped in this cycle continued until I had cut myself off from the world and I went numb. After 3 months of this my mom took me to counselling. I was on medication now and the sessions always seemed to drag on, It was supposed to help me feel better my mom told me. Help me become a normal person again instead of this corpse of a human being. 
 
 
 `` Any improvement since last time Jack?'' I looked up, Doctor Lee was an older man with greying hair. He seemed kind but serious, and I liked him. `` Not really,'' I replied half heartedly. `` Well let's see what we can do to help you improve, now it says here you've been on your current medication for 6 months now, but you do n't seem to be improving.'' He was now tapping on the clipboard he just read from, `` I'm gon na put you on a new medication if that's ok with you and see if that helps,'' He smiled at me, I do n't remember the last time I smiled. I nodded feeling too tired to speak. Why was I here? These sessions were n't helping, the medication I was on was n't working, and it was the only medication my mother could afford. Then I felt it, a light caress on my wrist, soft like a feather or a gentle summer breeze. My own mark started fading into my skin, a crescent moon simple yet elegant, but darker than it was on my ankle. I looked up and realized Dr. Lee was staring at me in shock. Then I saw it, He also had my mark on his wrist. 
 
 
 `` Jack please I want to help you,'' Dr. Lee was a nice man he did n't deserve this I thought to myself. I will not give in to my dark thoughts. My goal now was to stay alive even if it was n't for me but for Dr. Lee. I knew that when I went home my mom would be hysterical surely Dr. Lee would call her right away. I could n't deal with that right now. Instead I ran out of the office eventually i looked around and noticed a coffeee coffee shop down the street. Just as I went in Dr. Lee came into the coffee shop panting, clearly he had just been running. I went up to the counter to order and he interrupted, `` Please Jack come with me to the hospital we can help you, we can reverse this,'' his eyes were pleading with me and he was shaking, `` just let me order something to eat first then we will talk.'' I had n't been here before so I ordered a cookie and a coffee at random. Dr. Lee had said we might be able to reverse this I had heard about this happening previously, often people would get them from a disease and after receiving treatment the mark would disappear. Dr. Lee started talking to me again, apologizing profusely and begging me to go with him, 
 
 
 I agreed to go to the hospital. In Dr. Lee's car he was talking nervously about anything and everything, but I was hungry I pulled out my cookie and started thinking about death. How was I supposed to act like I wanted help? I took a bite without even thinking. It tasted kind of nutty, now that I thought about it what kind of cookie had I even ordered? That's when I felt my throat swelling up. My mouth itched, I could n't breathe, `` Dr. Lee!'' I tried to get out, `` Help me!'' The last thing I saw was his face turning from shock, to realization, then everything went black. 
 
 

