At first, I couldn't understand why I had woken up - then I felt the icy fingers close around my wrist . I struggled to stand and saw the sun shining in it's horizon, my head was banging and I had no idea how and why I was laying there . The last thing that was on my mind was the nun at the orphanage telling me to move out , that they can no longer look for a home for me and I had outgrown my stay. I had to depend on myself and with no qualifications they didnt