The next time I am conscious again is when
I try steadying myself and all the emotions running through my body at that moment just enough to find a way out of it. I want to be angry at my father for doing this. I mean he is the king of this world and if he wanted he could have found another way of this situation for me but he didn't. Instead he chose to plunge me into a hole and cover it up to a point where I barely have fresh breath on me. He is being cruel and if it is his ways of teaching me a lesson he should be glad that I won't even be thinking about him the moment I make it back out of this place. I feel the anger fueling me and that gives me the courage to want to live. With that in mind I start digging diagonally blindly hoping that I will find a way out of it. Hoping that I will gain the lesson I was meant to from it.
PROLOGUE
