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?

He knocked over the pan, water spilled out and put out the fire, but the gas wasn’t

why I feel so

becomes more and more difficult, and

is running out. I lie on the ground and could

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

I am

worse I feel, the

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

of a gas leak, it is so

why I closed the

think I am going to die slowly

Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

but

Louis calls my name several times, then everything

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

not loud. I

the door bursts open

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

that moment my consciousness collapses and 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

survival makes me want to thank

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