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?

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

why I

more difficult, and

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

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

am still

I feel, the more

somebody. Deep in

even hear the sound of a gas leak,

I closed the

am going to die slowly

Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

want to answer but my

Louis calls my name several

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

purse. It’s not loud. I wonder if

bursts open

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

moment my consciousness collapses

to an IV. Frances Louis is sitting by the bed,

survival makes me want to

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