You were orphan. No mother or father, no family, and you hated your life because of it. You often had those thoughts of ending said life. You had no will to live anymore. So one day it was decided upon, you didn't want to do this anymore. And so, in the middle of noon, when the rest of the orphanage was having lunch in the hall, you headed to the garden.

It was a particularly windy day and had you been holding an umbrella you would have flown away. You began to walk towards the bridge when there came a strong wind, you held on to a lamppost as the wind lifted you off your feet, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for impending defeat.

Finally the wind stop bring you back to the ground, but your heat dropped as you looked around. This was not the bridge. It was a woods, the lamppost looked as though it was half a tree.