I was born a ready-made fool. Destiny laughing while making me be born on the 1`s of April. The day I was born no one came to take me home from the hospital so they dumped me off in an orphanage. No one even knew I was there before a child stumbled on me, then took me to the head nun. She named me sokkwi, meaning little fool in Egyptian.

No one called me sokkwi, they all called med little fool. At every turn it felt like a dark joke. No one took me seriously. They all said “little fool” makes for a great joke. After a few years they seem to get tired of me. I was left alone, which as a sick joke was the greatest time of my life. I was free, left alone to do whatever I want. Until life had to crash upon me. They snapped me literally and mentally in half. This is what I did after life broke me.

“Common fooli, I can’t wait all day” She groaned, paticene were not her strength. She almost snaped open the door, when it was slowly pushed open. A young boy rolled out from the room. His wheelchair groaning and squeaking as he forced himself forward. She felt something was odd, he seemed calm. That was weird, she felt. Every time she had seen him, he looked ready to crawl in a hole. Now he seemed to stand taller, even with losing the lower half of himself.

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“Why take so long?” she asked as they walked down whitewashed halls. He in the lead, and she followed.

“We can talk later director, for now let’s get to the parking lot” His words flowed with cold tinted tones. She stuttered a step before trying to step past him.

“Now young fool, that is not how you should talk to me. Even as a joke, that tone is too far” Her last words slipped quiet out of her mouth. She found his eyes were staring hard into hers. Those corpse green eyes lacked light. Before she could step back a cold hand shot forwards and dragged her forward. She felt a stab in her neck and then burning. She wanted to scream but a clot was shoved down her throat.

He coldly watched her suffer, limp on the floor. Maybe she would feel a small part of his suffering now. He grabbed her by the ankle and threaded it through his wheelchair left arm. Then he slowly wheeled himself down the hall. Every person that stumbled on to the bizarre boy dragging a corpse, ignored him. He smiled.

“All Personnel and children of orphanage Awlad has gone missing”.

-End