In My Desperate Time

Chapter 92 Suicide

Grandpa’s stare makes me uncomfortable.

I swallow nervously and reply honestly, “Yes, my name is Jane Noyes.”

Has his grandpa met me somewhere before? Or he might have sensed something. Why else would he look at me like that?

Then he goes out.

He sits on the sofa in the living room, still looking into the kitchen from time to time. I feel a little uncomfortable so I close the door.

I always sense something is wrong in the kitchen, but I am too hungry to think twice.

I want to eat dumplings, so I take the flour out of the fridge, and begin to prepare.

As I knead the dough for a while, I feel dizzy and out of breath.

“When Frances comes back, tell him I'm gone.”

Grandpa says outside the door.

“Okay.” I hold the wall and answer with difficulty.

The kitchen smells terrible.

What’s the smell?

knocked over the pan, water spilled out and put out

I feel so

and I plod toward the

I lie on the ground and could not move a

is being

I am still

worse I feel, the

seems that I am waiting for somebody. Deep in my thoughts,

sound of a gas leak, it is so obvious why didn't I hear

why I closed the

think I am going

Frances Louis’s voice

“Jane Noyes.”

to answer but my lips

several times,

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

loud. I wonder

few seconds later, the door bursts open and Frances Louis rushes

eyes open, but I could feel him

moment my consciousness

muzzled with an oxygen mask and tethered to an IV. Frances

survival makes me want to thank

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