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?

was startled by me. He knocked over the pan, water spilled out and put out the

I feel so

becomes more and more difficult, and

strength is running out. I lie on the ground and could not move a

is being squeezed away, and I feel

I am

I feel, the more

I am waiting for somebody. Deep in my thoughts, I believe that he will definitely

sound of a gas leak,

I closed the

I am going to die

Frances Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

but my lips can’t

Louis calls my name several

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

not loud. I wonder if Frances Louis can hear

bursts open and

couldn't keep my eyes open, but I could feel him picking me up and

my consciousness collapses and I pass

wake up, I am in the hospital, muzzled with an oxygen mask and tethered to an IV. Frances Louis is sitting by the bed, looking at me with a

makes me want to thank Frances

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