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?

myself awake. Suddenly I realize that grandpa was startled by me. He knocked over the pan,

I feel so

more difficult, and

lie on the ground and could not move

feels like the air in my lungs is being squeezed away, and I

am still

feel, the more awake I

am waiting for somebody. Deep in my thoughts,

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

I closed the

I am going to die slowly and

Frances Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

to answer but my

several times,

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

phone vibrates in my purse. It’s not loud. I wonder

seconds later, the door bursts

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

consciousness

tethered to an IV. Frances Louis is sitting by

me want to thank

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