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?

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

I

more and more difficult, and I plod toward the gas

is running out. I lie on the ground and could

air in my lungs is being squeezed away, and I feel

am still

the

in my thoughts, I believe that

hear the sound of a gas leak, it is so obvious why

why I closed the

think I am going to die slowly and

Frances Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

answer but my

calls my name several

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

in my purse. It’s not loud. I wonder if

few seconds later, the door bursts

my eyes open, but I could feel him picking

my consciousness collapses and

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

makes me want to

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