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?

try to keep myself awake. Suddenly I realize that grandpa was startled by me. He knocked over the pan, water spilled out and

why I

becomes more and more difficult, and I plod toward the

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

is being squeezed away,

am still

feel, the

I am waiting for somebody. Deep in my

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

I

I am going to die

Frances Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

want to answer but my lips

name several times, then everything

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

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

door bursts open

my eyes open, but I could feel him picking me up and putting me on the

my consciousness

hospital, muzzled with an oxygen mask and tethered to an IV. Frances Louis is sitting by the bed, looking at me

makes me want to thank Frances

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