Prologue
It all started when I first asked his name.
I was 13 and completely stupid. I just knew that a new boy has joined the orphanage and I was excited to see him.
We all waited together to welcome the member with greetings in our hands when a boy probably around my age with black pants and black shirt with 'I don't care' written on it stepped out of the car.
I was an idiot if you ask me. I had this bizzare concept of making anyone smile.
Everyone in the orphanage was under one stress or other. It mostly included fights about how there was no enough toys for us.
We all went and hugged him in a circle. There were a 50 of us or something.
Some of us were not interested. But this was a ritual. A ritual I liked.
I was one of the first to hug him followed by the rest. His body went stiff.
I still remember what he said that day,
" Go away before I kill you"
Oh only if I knew he was being serious.
