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?

me. He knocked over the pan, water spilled out

why I

difficult, and I plod toward the

out. I lie on

feels like the air in my lungs is being squeezed

am

feel, the more awake

I am waiting for somebody. Deep in

of a gas leak, it is so obvious

I

think I am going to die slowly

Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

to answer but

several times,

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

phone vibrates in my purse. It’s not loud. I wonder if Frances Louis can hear

door bursts open and

I could feel him picking

moment my consciousness collapses and

I wake up, I am in the hospital, muzzled with an oxygen mask and tethered to an IV.

survival makes me want to thank Frances

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