The first thing Kayel felt was the weight.Crushing. Suffocating. Unforgiving. Her heart was beating too fast in her chest.Cold dirt pressed against her lips, filling her nose, her throat. Her chest burned as she fought to draw in air, but the earth swallowed every breath. She could die if she does nothing to get out.Her fingers twitched, pushing against the soil above her. It wouldn't move.Panic strangled her. She was so terrified with the thought of dying slowly and nobody knew what had happened to her.No. No, this wasn't happening.A memory flashed through her mind-golden eyes watching her, filled with something close to regret. A soft whisper in the wind: "Forgive me."And then-darkness.Now she knows. She drank a cup of tea he offered her.He drugged her then buried her alive. This was so evil of him, she never thought he was that wicked person.But now, she was awake. And she refused to die. Kayel was a strong girl with a determined spirit.With every ounce of strength left in her, Kayel clawed upward. Her nails cracked against the hardened dirt, blood slicking her fingers. Her muscles screamed, lungs convulsing, but she pushed on.Every inch felt like an eternity. But she kept moving.Her fingertips broke through the soil first. A gasp tore from her throat as she reached for the sky, for the air-for life.Finally, her face emerged from the earth.She coughed, retching up dirt and bile, blinking against the cold night air. She had survived.But he had buried her.And she would never forgive him for it.