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?

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

I

more and more difficult, and I plod

lie on the ground and

in my lungs is being squeezed away, and

am still

worse I feel, the

that I am waiting for somebody. Deep in my thoughts,

sound of a gas leak, it

I closed the

I am going to die

Louis’s

“Jane Noyes.”

answer but my lips can’t

name several times,

Does he leave?

I feel so helpless.

in my purse. It’s not loud. I wonder if Frances Louis can hear

seconds later, the door bursts open and Frances

feel him picking me up and putting me on the

moment my consciousness collapses

tethered to an IV. Frances Louis is sitting

survival makes me want

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